Posted on January 23, 2022 at 03:05:48 PM by Björn
 Steam rolls in thick curls off the surface of the warm pools, it warms the air around them and chases the chill from his bones. His glacial eyes remain on her as she steps from his side and to the edge of the pool. She stands there in the quiet before she thanks him kindly - her words are quiet and barely audible above the bubble of the springs. But her gratitude could be felt through the warm air and a smile tugs his lips skyward. "You are welcome," he says simply as he draws his glacial gaze to meet her shy dark eyes. He can not shake the feeling that there is more that she wishes to say, yet he remains quiet and understands that coming to the Isles... was a challenge. You leave behind everything AND everyone you had ever known - all for a strange land filled with strangers. He shifts his weight as he settles down into a more comfortable stance, she could remain her for as long as she needs. He after all enjoys the bubbling hot springs as much as any another member of his family. They frequented these pools many times during the dark frigid winter months, it offered a relief from the icy winds and blowing snow. The mighty pine trees stood sentry on the edges of the clearing, they protect this little sanctuary from the frigid wind. Why do you live here if it’s harsh?” A smile touches his whiskered lips once more as he draws his glacial eyes from the young woman and to the craggy peaks hidden within low hanging winter clouds. The clouds scrape across the peaks, swirling and curling themselves around the jutting mountains. They are burdened with snow. His gaze then shifts to the dark pines at the mountains feet, then back to the steaming hot springs. "It is in my blood, all of it. The mountain peaks burdened with snow are my faðir - mighty and despite the chill stand strong. The bubbling hot springs are my móður - she embraces me with her warmth and warms me to the bones. The rocky mountain cliffs are my bróðir - he protects us from any intruders that threaten our way of life... All of it. Despite how far my feet take me," he pauses a moment as the emotions wash over him, everything about this place is magical. It is a land that looks harsh from where she may stand but in reality it is full of warmth that could not be found on the shores of Salem nor within the humid jungles of Atlantis. "I am always drawn back to her shores." his glacial eyes are drawn back to her young beautiful face. "I have spoke at length about my home, now are you ready to talk about yours?" Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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