I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
At first her body warns him away, her ears lay against the muscles of her nape and her nose wrinkles - but the tension melts away slightly as he whispers her name in to the space between them. She had made quiet the impression that day that she had spoke her words of wisdom into a tense situation. He had thought even then that Liland did not deserve her by his side.
A smile tugs at his lips as she then says his name, it whispered almost in disbelief. The Norns desired them to meet here on this day and if he were honest it surprises him as well. What are you doing here? A sigh escapes his whiskered lips. How could he ever explain to her how he had ended up here? The loss of his home was a part of that and perhaps The Norns and their funny sense of humor has a hand in it as well.
The crack of a branch draws his attention to an approaching pair, his glacial eyes slide over the familiar face of Solomon and his boisterous son. Momentarily his ears tilt back. It seems that Solomon and him are destined on the same path. He warily eyes the Cove King as he steps across the space and toward them. His ears tip forward as Solomon offers an explanation and a grin, but beneath the explanation he has a sneaking suspicion there is more to the taller stallion's approach.
As Solomon settles down and introduces himself, Björn flicks his tail across his haunches and takes this moment to watch the colts as they meet for the first time. It is only Solomon's words that draw him back.
Good to see you out again Bjorn. I was sorry to hear of the Ridge's loss.
His eyes flash momentarily as Solomon's condolences strike the wrong nerve. He bites back the venom that threatens to spill from his lips with a clearing of his throat and a nod. "It is a hard loss, but the Norns promise a victory," he says as he turns his glacial gaze up to the Cove King. "I thank you for your concern."
Ylva's voice draws him from Solomon and he finds there is sympathy in her dark eyes. "Þakka þér fyrir, Ylva" he pauses a breath. "It means thank you," he translates while a smile tugs at his lips. "And I am sorry to hear about yours as well."
She truly understood the pain that he felt over the loss of his home, of his family. In the Norðurland, family is truly everything. They insure your survival. They protect you. Love you. And are there on those frigid wintery nights.
How is that you to know each other?
"We travel the same path," he offers to her, "We have met briefly in the Commons against an enemy and also in the Falls..." he muses aloud before he turns his attention to Solomon solely. "It seems to me the Norns have much in store for us."
A few seconds tick by before his attention returns to Ylva.
Icelandic Mutt // 11 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion
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