The Lost Islands
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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

the colder the heart the warmer the gun

She spent many days searching for him after he left the Shore. The Gods soon told her that he was gone so she quit searching. Brunhild returned to the Inlet her family had reclaimed and lived silently in the background. It wasn't until her father's death that she began to mentor her brother. Ironclad may be older, but she was much wiser. Plus, the spirits were with her. There was still much she had to learn of the ancient religion, but she knew the stallion she sought could teach her more than her sire had.

Something stirs her awake and brings her to the sea. Brunhild always follows her instincts, believing them to be the spirits guiding her path. It was how she found the rotting elk plaguing their land and now it would be how she found Bjorn. The sea gently pushes her along the invisible path until she arrives at the meadow. The young grey mare shakes her soaking coat before continuing forward into the wide open land of grass. Blue eyes scan her surroundings for the reason she was here, but she does not recognize the horses in the area.

She continues deeper until some trees block her vision. Thick foliage lay ahead, but she begins the journey through them simply because of the scent ahead. She knew who this was instantly, but she does not approach him so quickly. Brunhild lays in wait in the shadows of the trees as Bjorn sleeps peacefully. She will allow him his rest before restarting her long awaited mission. The land was cursing them a d Bjorn had to be the key to silence them. At least for now.

Abba? A young voice breaks the peaceful silence and draws her attention to the filly. She does not know most of Bjorn's family, but it was obvious these two meant something to each other. The filly buries herself into Bjorn and continues to greet him. This makes it harder for Brunhild to interrupt their reunion, but she must for her family's sake. Now that Bjorn was awake, she reveals herself from the shadows. Brunhils steps out into the clearing with her gaze upon the pair. "I have been waiting for your return. Welcome back." A small smile tugs at the corner of her grey lips.

the colder the heart, the warmer the gun.
mare – two - gray - 15.1hh – tinuvel’s displaced princess
Brunhild.
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