not chosen of the gods
björn x siobhan
The sound of hoofbeats on on the soft mixture of sand and snow draw Sindri’s attention. His gaze lacks warmth, instead he’s calculating. Appraising. There was someone running towards him, full tilt. He’s not sure he likes that, but also wouldn’t take a step away. Not yet at least. Maybe she’d stay well enough away. Was mom close enough to reprimand him if he showed his teeth? Sindri took a moment to consider it, and by the time the moment had elapsed, she was already there.
She moves to his other side. The colt tucks his chin, ears pitching backwards but not pinned down… not yet, at least. Still, he can’t chase all the venom from his tone of voice when he speaks. “You’re loud.” Sindri takes one long step backwards, and then another. His manners were a bit rough, despite Siobhan’s best efforts. That’s the hazard of having little interaction with others your own age. Sindri’s companions had been his mother and his sister. He was the man of the house, and it was his job to protect them. Very soon, it would be his full time job. That’s all he’s got a mind for, really.
“I’m Björn’s son.” The words were flat, his gaze still critical on the girl that seemed to have way too much energy for her own good. Sindri maintains his position between the stranger and his mother. He was tense. He’d remain tense, strung tightly. What did she want? It took all the colt had not to ask the question, knowing that he’d be unable to ask nicely. Wouldn’t want to disappoint mom, no. He wouldn’t.
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