He's too close to his father's home for comfort, but the summer heat was rather... prohibitive. Björn would cross down south once more as soon as the sun set. That was a few hours off, yet. For now? Looked like he'd weave his way among the trees. Retreating from the battlefield, bested by the noise in his own head. What the fuck had even happened back there? Right. Reflect on himself. Figure out what the fuck his problem was. Shit like that.

Mood more black than it had been before fighting, if that was even possible, the boy gazes at the stately trees. They presented a pattern that made sense, one he could understand. Snaking skyward, but still providing dappled shade over the entire floor. Mile high woods, the name was fitting. It had been inhabited for much of his childhood, preventing any attempts at exploration. Now? Now there's nothing to stop him. One confident step after the next, he begins to climb one of the low boughs, following it up. Not so different from cliff climbing, right?

"Björn"

「was it fate that they found each other yet again? she hoped he wasn't the sore loser type, as she surprisingly held her ground against the male called Bjorn a few days ago. a smooth encounter that taught them each something, she imagined. so as she went into the thickets, following his scent, she was more than happy to see a familiar face. "Bjorn." she moved through & under the looming branches with elegance and care for her horns. anywhere she went, she always did look beautiful. "Pleasant to find you again. In the mood for company?" hers, specifically. she offered a slight dimpled smile, her lashes long as her silvery pools twinkled effortlessly at him. a soft whip of her tail as she stood before him, awaiting with a brief tilt of her head.」



Daenerys Talks/Isis Talks ─ Think

Art by Ashon/Made for Alo by Skelle !

Take the high ground. Observe your surroundings. Remember that nowhere is safe, even if it looks that way at first. Björn exists to shake the sense of peace and safety that settle into this place, why would he need to worry? Then, there are predators larger than even he, within this place. The woods were alive, and he'd never discount that. The sound of creatures in the undergrowth, the scent of bear on the stiff summer breeze. Reminders. Stark reminders.

Finding a place to settle within the high branches, Björn allows himself to watch. Take it in, watch the way the trees come together. A pack had lived here not long ago, and it seemed they'd only shifted slightly. Abandoning one neighboring territory for another, he could only wonder what drove them away from this place. He knows little of the Armada or their dealings, only that their market is relatively open, to those who mean no harm. Still, it helps him piece together a clearer picture of the north.

It's not long before he hears his name, a voice that's still fresh in his mind. Peering down from his perch to get a better look, ah. "Daenerys." A little smile pulling at the corners of his lips, a tip of his antlered head. "Come on up, it's pretty sturdy." The invitation levied, inclining his head to the path he'd taken to sit among the branches. "You fight well." He'd been, perhaps, rustier than intended that day on the Battlefield. Still finding his feet, with everything going on.

"Anything special bring you out here?" A gentle question, conversational. Björn would behave himself, at least for now.

"Björn"