"With my speechless calm eyes."

The Tundra was an excellent place to life for those who didn’t mind the snow. The winter lasted long and during most of the year the green field were covered with a sparkling white blanket. The spring, summer and autumn were cut short, as the winter left late in the season and came back early. Brynmor didn’t mind the cold anymore, he had grown used to it and his coat had adapted. His gray coat was fuzzy, keeping himself warm and dry, even when the temperatures would drop and the snow would continue falling for days.

Her lands were quite big and although their numbers had grown since Offspring had taken over the reign, there didn’t live that many horses in the Tundra. There were a few mares and children – mostly Offspring and Isle’s kids, and he had a son of his own – and some stallions that hadn’t faced the caves yet to earn their scars. But there were too little of them to crowd the Tundra’s territory. And Brynmor would gladly welcome anybody who loved the place just as much as he did.

To Brynmor the Tundra was home, here was where his family lived. He had earned his scars – a big black wolf claw on his right chest/shoulder – and he had been able to throw off most of his dark past. He had grown in his role of councelor and he had even started to gain ranks in the war caste. He would do anything for the Tundra to thrive. She had accepted him even though he had been blind, and he would repay her in any way he could.

He watched her silently as she dipped her head to lessen her thirst. He didn’t like it when strangers would just cross their borders like that, especially since the big ice wall wasn’t hard to miss. But neither did the gray male want to scare her away. His blue eyes took her dark form in as he approaches, offering her a small smile and a dip of the head. ”Goodday” he greets her, pausing a moment to give her a moment to greet him back or take in his presence. ”Welcome to the Tundra. I’m Brynmor.” His voice is never unkind, but it is in his nature to be direct. His ears are tipped forward and there is a small smile playing with the corners of his lips.

"Nothing is coming to rise."

"With my speechless calm eyes."

Her surprised state makes him stop sooner than he normally would have. He knew better than to step into the personal space of a startled equine and he also respected it that not everybody liked it to have a stranger close to you. So instead of moving closer, Brynmor steps backwards again, to increase the space between them in the hope that the black mare would feel more at ease. He wasn’t there to hurt her, neither to scare her or scare her away, so it would be the best if he could make her feel a bit more comfortable.

He doesn’t feel short compared to her, the graying stallion was already used to the fact that he wasn’t that tall. Most of those he met were taller than him and never had he felt really little. What he lacked in height he made up in different ways. Due to his linage, at least half Welsh and a quarter Friesian, he was built quite sturdy and after the trainings of the War caste he had become muscular too. Nonetheless he still was agile and fast, and Brynmor would use that in his advantage if that was necessary. But he didn’t intent on fighting this mare.

His blue eyes seek hers and without really realising it Brynmor tilts his head a bit to the side. He silent studied her and also tried to give up one as friendly as possible look. It is in the small smile upon his lips, calm greeting voice and warm gaze. Not trying to court her, but just wanting her to feel at ease.

”Is there something I can do for you? You’ve found yourself a way quite far up North. Did you have a reason for visiting our kingdom?” he asks, trying to figure out what the reason behind her appearance was. Not that he minds and she surely is welcome, but there was no way he would just let a stranger wander their grounds. Even though she was only a mare – and from the looks of it a sensitive and fearful one too – there was a chance that she would be a danger to the other habitants. And Brynmor could simply not let any potential danger walk around freely.

"Nothing is coming to rise."

"With my speechless calm eyes."

Courteous? No, definitely not. However he was polite and friendly, caring for those who shared their homeland with him. And not only that, Brynmor tried to be friendly towards all other equine, although he had soon learned that it was quite hard sometimes. He still couldn’t say he was quite comfortable around those from the Chamber. Same was with anybody who was a severe danger for his family. So no, Brynmor wasn’t trying to court her, merely hoping that she would relax and would be able to calmly share her business in the Tundra with him. After all, the one he loved what his little Roan and he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. The blue eyed stallion was loyal to her, just as he was to the Tundra.

The more time Brynmor spends around her, the more concerned he becomes. What was it that had driven her to such fear? She never looked up to meet his eyes – although she’s much taller than him – and she positions herself quite submissive. It is almost like she’s afraid of provoking him. He cannot help but to wonder what horrible creature had caused her to be like this. ”You came to find a safe home in the Tundra?” he asks, a bit confused with her words. Oh yes, the Tundra was quiet, the territory stretched out far, but if it was up to Brynmor it wasn’t possible to live there totally on your own. If she really wanted to she could find solitude in the mountains, but he wouldn’t really advice that to her.

”The Tundra can offer you a home, a place to stay, to belong and to be safe at. But you have to know that she’s a bachelor kingdom. Men rule these lands and although we welcome in mares, you won’t be hold any position. Mares are mostly there for company and to birth our children and although we won’t force you to do anything you don’t want, we would appreciate it. But foremost and all, you’ll be safe here. We protect everybody that genuinely wants to consider the Tundra as their home.” His voice is soft and warm as he speaks, although he cannot really help but to sound a bit diplomatic. After all, she should know what she would get herself into.

"Nothing is coming to rise."

"With my speechless calm eyes."

He watches her, studies her, as his words sink in. There is a smile upon his lips, in an attempt to convince her he means good and won’t hurt her. Yet at the same time he worries that she doesn’t really know what she was admitting herself too. She could, of course, leave is she would ever want too, but Brynmor wasn’t really sure if she understood what living in a kingdom meant. And especially in the Tundra. Not that those things really mattered, but he would hate it when things didn’t meet up with her expectations.

But instead of voicing out his worries he nods, still smiling at her. ”Yes, you can” he tells her without hesitating. He might not be the king, but he was sure that Offspring wouldn’t ever turn down anybody who was looking for a home. To Brynmor there was nothing more important than to feel at home. The Tundra took him in when nobody else would and he wanted to offer everybody who needed a place to stay such a home. ”You are welcome to stay, I’m already glad that you even consider it. So please, please feel comfortable and at home.”

He steps backwards again, turning himself a little to the side to open up the view for her. Soon the lands would be white again, covered with a sparkling blanket and they would stay like that for quite a while. No other kingdom had as much snow as they had, neither as long. ”May I ask for your name? It’s easier to introduce you and show you around if I knew.” He wanted to introduce Offspring to her, he genuinely hoped that meeting the king would make her more comfortable and at ease. Although the black ice king was different from him, he was friendly and caring too. And if she trusted the king, then maybe, maybe it would make it easier for the Friesian mare to soon feel at home.

"Nothing is coming to rise."

"With my speechless calm eyes."

He cannot help but to look at her worriedly, but only when he’s sure that she isn’t looking at him. It worries the gray male that she seemed so afraid, held back too. And somehow she gave him the feeling that she was afraid. Not just of him, but of life. The tall black mare gave him the feeling that she wanted to spend her life in solitude, instead of in the company of others. Brynmor himself preferred that company, from both male and female, another reason for him to welcome her into the Tundra. He knew Offspring didn’t think otherwise in that matter. The Tundra would be the home of whoever wanted it to be.

Although he wanted nothing more than to touch and console her, he knew she wasn’t ready for that. So he made sure to keep out her space, a comfortable distance between them. Yet he did want to show her around. Their kingdom was big and spacious, but there were some particular spots she had to know more about, for example their caves. Those wouldn’t be safe for her, so Brynmor wanted her to know which caves she could enter safely and which she could not.

Her hesitance surprised him, after all, he had welcomed her into her new home. So it would only be normal to know her name, right? He would have to introduce her to the others. She didn’t have to be around him when he did, but he would have to tell the brothers of their newest addition to the kingdom.

Hearing her mumble her name he lowers his head too, worried, but not reaching out to her nor stepping closer. ”Thanata?” he repeats her name, the sound rolling of his tongue. ”That’s a beautiful name, Thanata.” As he lifts his head again he offers her a small smile, his blue eyes searching hers. He wanted to see every expression on her face as he would suggest her to meet his king. ”Would you like to meet our king, Offspring? I assure you he won’t harm you.” It was important for Brynmor that she would meet him. Offspring was one of the few he really considered a friend and he had liked the other stallion already before he had become the Tundra’s ice king.

"Nothing is coming to rise."