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The Lost Islands
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~ where innocences burn in flames. -
Posted on July 10, 2021 at 00:24:10 AM by Björn & Sigurðr






~ ~ the thunder of the drums dictates.



They had been separated some time ago. The ocean's strong surf pulled them apart despite their attempts to touch once more. Her cries still echo in his ears, yet he still silently murmurs the prayers for her. Thor, passaðu dóttur mína. Leiðbeinandi hendur þínar halda henni frá hafsbotni. He tilts his scarred muzzle towards the darkening heavens, his ears lay against his muscled neck as a brilliant flash of lightning lights up the late evening sky.

"Sigurðr, stay close," he growls into the narrow space between them.

The young stallion nods and presses his muscled shoulder against his fathers. They swim in silence, their hearts thunder against each other. The Norðurland had offered them solace, all of them. It offered them bountiful food and rest for their weary bones - in return - their bodies flourished, muscles bulged tightly beneath their matching sooty coats.

Despite Sigurðr's words of promise, Björn still worries for his Tígrisdýr. They too had been separated and despite their protests the sea had its way with them.

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The ocean's floor rises to meet their hooves and they both stumble through the frothy surf. The dark sky blankets their backs as they find themselves on a familiar shore. The humidity presses itself against them and instantly ushers back the painful memories of his past. He had pushed those memories from his mind for so long - Siobhan, Roh, Nyimara - his sopping wet ears lay against the muscles of his neck.

"Faðir" Sigurðr yells and Björn shifts his glacial gaze to the young stallion at his side. He nods numbly and steps through the froth on onto the familiar shores of the Ridge. Why do the Norns torture him so? Of all of the islands for them to set their hooves upon... of all the sands that could welcome them... It is this one that greets them.

Sigurðr flicks a worried gaze over at his father, he can see the sudden weariness in his father. Maybe returning had been a mistake? He gently bumps his father as leads him from the surf and onto the sands of the Ridge. They step up the shore until they are out of the ocean's reach and settle beneath a coconut palms fronds. Sigurðr glances over at his father as he clears his throat. "Lily is okay, she has the heart of a warrior and the strength of the bear," he offers a smile on his whiskered lips in hopes that it takes some of the weight from his fathers shoulders.

Björn shifts his weight as he settles his achy body besides his son. He nods as Sigurðr offers his words.

They stand silently beneath the palm's fronds as the night wears on. A few stars twinkle in the heavens, their silent protest of the mornings dawn. Both doze until the first brilliant rays of the morning sun touches the canopy tree tops just above their heads. Sigurðr opens his eyes first, his eyelashes flutter and open to reveal his brilliant glacial eyes. He flicks his gaze towards his father, who still dozes softly. He would go and find Roh and bring her back to show her who he had brought. He smile briefly touches his whiskered lips as he pushes himself from his father's side and toward the dense jungle behind them.

He pushes through the dense jungle foliage, the familiar caw of the brilliantly colored macaws bring him to his childhood. He glances up, a soft smile plays at his lips. She had to be here! He parts his lips and calls to her. He was here.... They were here.



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