~ where innocences burn in flames.
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Björn can feel the tense muscles along his crest begin to lose their tension. His glacial eyes remain on Solomon as he introduces himself of the Cove, and a brow raises. Shaydowfax after all had found a stallion to be within her home, at-least it seems she has chosen a worthy one. One who could protect the land if that is what was needed and be there for his son, since he has been unable to. "I apologize for my earlier tension," he admits out-loud, "I haven't been able to spend as much time with my boy as I would of liked."
He undestands that it sounds like an excuse, but he has done his best for the boy. Sauron then steps forward to offer his assistance, and a smile tugs at his lips. It was nice seeing his son offer his help to a complete stranger, to push aside his own needs and to help her. Then his next words cause him to lift his head, he wants to come and stay in the Ridge? He begins to nod his head as it only takes a single moment for him to have an answer. "Of course you can, as long as your mother and Solomon agree to this," he says aloud as he turns his head toward the other stallion.
As she stirs he returns his attention to the woman, she admits she would not be able to sleep and that what she has seen would haunt her. He understands her immediately, there are memories that haunt him and dance within the shadows. Things he has done and things he has witnessed crawl deep within the recesses of his mind, even years after those moments have passed.
She introduces herself as she pushes herself into Solomon's side, and he feels relief as her teeth cease their chatter. "Well Rivaini, the Fates smile kindly on you," he muses aloud. There were many that are claimed by the sea, she is a fickle mistress.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge