Björn where innocence is burned in flames
His ears stand erect as her next words fall from her lips. I am the Shore's leader. Björn's brow raises in surprise at her words. She is the leader of the Shores, and than it all starts to make sense. She has come here to make an alliance of sorts with him or perhaps it was to play nice with her neighbor. "I see," he says, it seems that Warsaw's words are correct. In the Norðurland it is common for women to have as much rights as the men, but they knew their place within society. But here on the Islands these women were different, and they should be treated just as such.
"It is surprising, I must admit," he says with a nod of his thick skull. "A woman leading a land, literally on the same island as Warsaw's allies," he says with a mischievous glint in his glacial eyes. Warsaw will definitely enjoy this little tid bit of information. "I think you may of found a home on the wrong island, you could try the Peak," he says with a defiant raise of his head. "They will welcome you with open arms."
He eyes her, wondering what exactly she is thinking. His tail slaps his splashed white sides with a resounding smack as he idly waits for her words to fall from her lips. Would her face contort in anger? Or would she shrink back in fear? He can not wait for either scenario to unfold.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge
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