Meadow
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Posted on July 15, 2021 at 03:55:28 AM by Björn
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I'm frozen to the bones, I am... Nasa he breathed as they stood just inches apart. His glacial eyes search hers and find warmth within them. They had hardly spoken, but it was as if she peered right into his soul. A smile traced his whiskered lips as she spoke of the good things that had happened in his absence. For hours they spoke beneath the watchful gaze of the full moon and the twinkling stars. At first morning's light they went their separate ways - her back to her life - he on the other hand had business to attend in the North. His hooves find the familiar trail that leads away from the Falls and towards the Meadow. The dust stirs from beneath his steps and floats around him until a thin layer settles across his back and haunches. He lazily walks until he veers off the trail and through the dense foliage. The shadows close around him and offer some relief from the warm afternoon sun. He pauses momentarily within the shadows and gazes out at the few horses that mill around in the open meadow. Most were unfamiliar, but there is one who catches his icy stare. Wren? How could he ever forget the pretty little mare? They had never properly spent time together but he still wondered about her from time to time. He steps from the cover of the trees and into the bright sunlight, just as another - who apparently had the same idea - does. He eyes the other stallion as he closes in on Wren first, Björn quickens his steps and sidles his way to Wren's side, and stands near to her. He patiently waits for her to answer before he offers her a smile and then turns his attention to the peculiarly striped stallion. "Are you new to the Isles?" he asks with a tilt of his thick head. His tail flicks lazily over his haunches as he waits for the stallion to answer. "I am Björn Dögunson," he pauses momentarily "I'm an old friend of Wren's" he says as he turns his attention back to her. She had been drug through so much, that he felt it was only right to insure she is safe. Bera Konung of the Inlet
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Replies:
- where the wind blows - By wren July 15, 2021 at 08:59:03 PM
- make certain your hands are clean - By rafe [mag] July 17, 2021 at 05:48:19 PM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn August 4, 2021 at 02:58:47 PM
- where the wind blows - By wren August 6, 2021 at 03:33:17 AM
- whatever you do; - By rafe [mag] August 9, 2021 at 05:07:38 AM
- A soldier on my own, - By Björn August 17, 2021 at 03:32:11 AM
- whatever you do; - By rafe [mag] August 9, 2021 at 05:07:38 AM
- where the wind blows - By wren August 6, 2021 at 03:33:17 AM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn August 4, 2021 at 02:58:47 PM
- make certain your hands are clean - By rafe [mag] July 17, 2021 at 05:48:19 PM
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