"With my speechless calm eyes."
It doesn’t take long before more join them. First there is Roan, who’s hooves cause a crackling sound on the snow, and then the king joins them. Brynmor notices his arrival before Hurricane actually lands on the ground, the flapping of his wings and then the soft thud of the landing. After dipping his head slightly in Hurricane’s direction he turns to smile at Roan, still not aware of the fact that she also cannot see him smile. He offers her a soft snicker, before carefully moving in her direction. ”How have you been?” he asks her softly, reaching out to gently press his nose against her shoulder. His aim is slightly off, touching more her neck than her shoulder.
When Corin speaks up again the graying blind man turns his attention back to the striped one. There is a small smile on his lips and both his ears are turned in his direction. His sightless gaze moves to Hurricane, or where he guesses that the winged king stands, not directly replying to Corin’s words. ”Hurricane would be able to tell you how you could serve. But I’m glad to hear that you are willing to join the brotherhood.” Brynmor knows how he himself is able to serve the Tundra, now he has learned the way from his home to the field, but he isn’t known with other ways of serving the kingdom. But Hurricane would.
If he had been able to Brynmor knew how he would serve the Tundra. His motives weren’t totally noble, but in this short period he had grown loyal to his home. That Hurricane had been willing to take him in had been enough for that. He had been given a home, a real home, one that he wants to serve with all his might.
"Nothing is coming to rise."