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The Lost Islands
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A soldier on my own,




I'm frozen to the bones, I am...




I did what I felt was right.

His glacial eyes remain on hers as she speaks of her feelings. It is of greatest importance to follow your þörmum, to do what you feel is right. It is the reason that he had returned here, to the Inlet, and take back what was his families. He had exchanged blood and possibly even the love of someone who he had held so close. She would see it as betrayal and not a victory for the both of them. He brow furrows at such thoughts.

Her next words draw him from his musing and his listens intently as she speaks of worth. Her words are wise and a light a burning within his soul. She steps toward him, her eyes drawn to his own. "I am now aware," he pauses with a breath on his whiskered lips as she draws near. Her dark eyes draw him in, she captivates him and for a moment he is speechless in her presence.

He wills himself to look away from her alluring gaze and onto his home. A breath is sucked into his nostrils as he tries to regain his composure.

When he is ready his glacial eyes return to hers. His ears flick atop his crown as she answers his question about Aillil and Siobhan, he shocks him to know that they have not got along. And it brings him peace to know that they are healthy and well. A moment of silence passes between them until a sigh escapes her lips and their gaze meets. As her words enter the space between them, he can feel surprise over take him as she invites him to come back to the Ridge and visit.

For a moment he can feel panic bubble up in his stomach. What would he even say? How would they react? He swallows as the realization sets in. He should of returned to them, despite the shame that he had felt. "It does not offend me," he pauses thoughtfully "I am not entirely sure that they miss me," he quietly muses, words barely audible above the quiet gull of the sea birds and the hiss of the sea.

With a clearing of his throat he draws himself from his dark thoughts. "The Isles are a place that one carefully choses their friends and allies," his glacial eyes train on hers. A grave warning for a new friend.



Icelandic Mutt // 11 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion
Bera Konung of the Inlet

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