Not all who wander are lost; Posted on January 28, 2020 at 08:13:28 PM by Nyimara
She couldnt help it. Nyimara could not stop staring at him. He was beautiful. She had dreamed of him over and over in her mind, always shrouded in mists and just beyond her true vision but she imagined he would be stunning. Those dreams were nothing in comparison to the hansom colt that stood before her now. Auburn ooids gleam in satisfaction as a sudden renewed adoration filled her soul and she could not help but to reach out to brush her lips across his small curved back, reassuring herself that he was not a dream.
His squeal fills her ears and the smile upon her lips broadens a bit with pride. She offers a soft coo of reassurance as his curious gaze settles upon his sire. A single lobe flickers at Bjorn's words. "Sigurdr." Slowly she replays the word upon her own tongue, testing the variety of syllables that lay within the name. Sigurdr... A strong name. A name fit for the striking son of Bjorn.
Sigurdr moves now, weariness overcoming him with a belly full of her nutrient filled milk. She supresses a quiet giggle as he flops onto the soft grasses in a mass of gangly legs. Instinctively she moves to stand over him, her hot breath huffing warmly over his skin once, twice... Inhaling his milk sweet scent and savoring the familiar flavors there. "Sigurdr...." She repeats, lifting her proud head once more to gaze affectionately at Bjorn. "A name fitting a son of the bear king" she teases, an impish grin tugging her delicate features upwards. Thick silver white plume flicks idly against the rounded curve of her hip as she blinks affectionately up at him, "I dare say we make some striking children... Suppose it would be cruel to stop now." She teases. Replies: