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The Lost Islands
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the thunder of the drums dictates







Björn

where innocences burn in flames



A single ear slides forward as she opens her lips to speak to him and the words she says does not surprise him. Her anger dwells beneath the surface, bubbling and seething. He readies himself for the angry words that she is about to unleash on him. My life was going pretty well until you showed up. He holds his breath as he waits for her to continue, but she just heaves a heavy sigh. A sigh that shows the turmoil that rages in heart and within her mind. He holds his breath and does not speak. And slowly she begins to open up to him about what she feels and what has plagued her.

He listens intently, and watches her face as it transforms into confusion. She honestly does not know what she wants, if she wants to return to Requiem or stay here in the Ridge. It perplexes him. His own brow furrows as he quietly contemplates what her words mean to him. She is not sitting her starry eyed wishing for Requiem nor has she tried to go to him. She could of left and hid herself away within Requiem's home, in hopes that Requeim would protect her. But, here she still is.

Why do you care anyway? She asks with a smirk on her lips. In that moment he is glad that they are now conversing on what she wants. A smile touches his pink lips, a smile that he did not expect to appear on his lips. "I care. Because your happiness, as hard as it may be to believe, does matter to me," he says with a nod. He is not the beast that she thinks him to be or the tyrant that rules over a land with no love for those who fill his lands.

"When I came upon Requiem and you," he says as his glacial eyes settle on her golden pools. "I had assumed he had come to take you back to the Inlet, and I was enraged," he sighs as the words leave his lips. "Yet, as I look upon you now, I see that you are torn," he pauses. "Unsure of where you even belong, if it is here in the Ridge or even with Requiem or even somewhere else on the Islands completely," his glacial eyes search her face.

He can see she wants to know who she is and where she belongs. She is young and has yet to find out who she really is and where she belongs.



Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh

Bera Konung of the Ridge

brother to Ivar & Lagertha



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