The Lost Islands
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Wishing you the best BJORN

It had called to her. The Shore. Annie could not explain it but the chance had jumped into her thoughts like a raging wildfire. She had to give into the demands. Claim. Reign. She must be silly but there was no turning back now. None at all. The fates would have it and so, she had come. A strong call had sung across the sandy beach. Her tendrils shook as she turned her sculpted nose and glanced around. Such silence but she would change that. Oh yes, she would!

It was time to meet the others though and let them know that the Shore was taken by herself. How would they react? Annie hadn't a clue but the grullo tobiano was going to find out. It was the only way after all. The ridge must be first. She had taken the time to study the islands and knew that the king reigned here. It was time to meet him and introduce herself.

It was a gentle trot that brought her to the edges of the Ridge. Those brilliant eyes sought after Bjorn. She does not readily see him and so she pauses just on the borders and lets a strong, gentle call ring out. He would hear it if he were around. It was not a demanding call.

No, it was a friend; open one. Now she waits with her head held high and those eyes dancing to catch his approach. Annie was excited but perhaps a little nervous too. One could not blame the new leadership though. It was all so new and she would more than likely have a lot of proving to do.


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