Posted on January 9, 2022 at 08:34:40 PM by S I G U R Ð R
 He pauses - his breath like smoke as it whorls from his nostrils and his fuzzy ears flick within his damp, knotted mane - the sound of hooves gently against the frozen tundra draws his attention. They are faint, just a whisper but as he lingers they draw steadily closer. Step by step they push closer to him, until out of the morning fog, a young filly materilizes. She does not hesitate to pull herself up to her "full" height and immediately begins to boss him around. An amused smirk trails across his lips - she most certainly - is his little sister. She was not the first of his sisters to try to tell him what to do... Skogsra, VERY bossy. Roisin - there is a ping of guilt as he thinks of his dearest sister - she most certainly tries to tell him what to do. He draws his intense glacial blue eyes to meet hers. "Or else what?" he asks with a playful tilt of his skull, he couldn't help but poke at the wee little afbera. His smirk remains on his lips as they are interupted by another girl her coat similiar to his own - ashen grey with silver. She positions herself next to the bay dun filly, they exchange a few words before their attention returns to him. You are not Bjorn. "You are correct, I am Sigurðr Björnson. " he pauses as his glacial eyes shift from one to the other "It seems we both have come for a visit to the Inlet." he muses aloud. A playful smirk tugs at his lips as his gaze shifts to the youngest of the three, "It would of been impossible to get much farther inland, since there is such a fierce guardian patrolling the borders, " he pauses a moment "What is your name young skjaldmeyja?" skjaldmeyja: shield maiden afbera: bear Viking Heir Icelandic Mutt // 4.5 // Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera // Stallion |
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