"With my speechless calm eyes."

The king was back. And that meant that he could fall back in his previous role, a more comfortable one. Over the last few years Brynmor had grown in his role in the piece caste of the kingdom. He of course knew that he had learned a lot in Offspring’s absence, or at least, he felt like he had. And he didn’t mean the fact that he had mastered the kingdom granted invisibility. He had been forced to look at things differently, which would only help him become a better counsellor, or maybe even ambassador in the future.

That didn’t mean that he had found a way to handle the situation with Roan, Anahera and Henson. He hadn’t thought things through and although he didn’t regret the decision he had made, he felt terrible. Almost like he had betrayed the bay roan girl who he had declared his love to. He did love her, wholeheartedly, but somehow the things hadn’t clicked in his mind when he had met Anahera. Henson had been the result.

Being a dad was new to Brynmor, his son was his first born child and although the situation wasn’t ideal and perfect, he loved the appaloosa painted boy. After all, a father was supposed to love his children, right? It was no less for the graying male, even though Henson wasn’t his and Roan’s child. He wouldn’t be any less either. But Brynmor had still to deal with the consequences of the situation.

Right now that wasn’t important though, or okay, not important wasn’t the right way to say it, but it wasn’t the first thing in mind. Offspring was back and he should go and greet the black male. What had been vague interest at first had grown into friendship – or at least from Brynmor’s side. He liked the Tundra’s ice king and had found a good companion in the male. On top of that he had caused a stir of life in the Tundra. Once again mares lived in their lands and the number of males was growing too.

”Offspring.” There is a welcoming smile upon his lips as he dips his head slightly, before his blue eyes meet red ones. ”It’s good to see you again, my friend.”

"Nothing is coming to rise."

"With my speechless calm eyes."

The dark ice king is just as he remembers him. Tall, massive, but his alert posture hadn’t changed either. Not that Brynmor would’ve expected that, in fact, it would even have surprised him. The stiff and upright stance doesn’t scare him away, because he knows that there is a friendly and gentle being underneath. Otherwise Offspring would’ve never been his closest friend. A treasured friend too.

He nods in agreement, what else was there for him to do? Those words were true, it had been a long time, maybe even too long. Although the graying male didn’t mind it to be on his own, companionship was a nice refreshment from time to time and although he dearly loved is Roan, the spot a best friend take is hard to find elsewhere. ”I can only agree with you, it really has been a while.” Even though they both already knew that, speaking as a councelor to his king. Status had never played a big part, of course Brynmor respected the red-eyed king because of both his being, accomplishments and their shared love for the Tundra, but nonetheless it sometimes had to be addressed.

The smile that pulls on the corners of his lips cannot be stopped. It doesn’t appear because he’s pleased to hear such compliment, but simply because he feels somewhat flustered. To the formerly blind male it is only natural to tribute to the Tundra in such way and he’s eager to. Not to pay back an old debt, but out of loyalty and love. ”I was merely a messenger for your words, but I’m glad that it has been fruitful” he cannot help but to reply, pausing a moment before continuing. ”I’m trying the best I can and I’m thankful for the opportunities that are given to me, so thank you, Offspring.”

”I’m glad that you’re back, Offspring, I hope your business elsewhere went well?” Even though he had to ask it out of politeness, it’s also genuine interest in his friend and curiosity to learn what the black male had done in his absence. After all, friends did talk about those things, right? How trivial they might seem.

"Nothing is coming to rise."

"With my speechless calm eyes."

A frown crosses on his face as the black king tells him that business had yet to be done. Offspring had been away for the whole summer and now he told him that he hadn’t been able to get the things done. It only clicks in Brynmor’s mind as his friend says they should soon visit the Chamber. It wasn’t the business he had meant to ask about, but the answer is not less important and interesting. Ever since Killdare had come to visit them in the Tundra, to talk about an alliance, he had told himself that he would have to visit the Chamber. It was time that he would see the place for the first time, although he had lived there his whole youth.

As he settles himself comfortable next to his king, putting one of his hindlegs on rest, he listens. The cold that radiated from Offspring didn’t bother nor surprise him anymore. He was accustomed to the cold and it actually was quite fitting for a Tundra king to be bonded with his kingdom in such way. ”I have to admit that Killdare isn’t like those that I met during my time there. But I think it will be good for me to see it myself. It is hard to forget what has happened in the past, yet I believe things have changed since then. I have changed, I have seen the Tundra change and so could the Chamber have changed. I only have a little trouble recognizing it.” Maybe that was because Brynmor wasn’t ready yet to put himself over the grudge he held against the Chamber. Or maybe he was simply afraid to lose that what drove him to put all his best effort in the Tundra.

”You’re saying that you want us to mock with them? Did you have any specific plans for that?” They had yet to start having mock battles and debates. Brynmor himself had fought one mock battle, and won it, but he couldn’t exactly say that it had been due to his successful techniques. Although he had gotten accustomed to see, the graying male wasn’t really aware of how he could use that in his advantage when it came to a battle. But they said that practise made perfect, right?

This time the silence drags on for a longer period. Blue eyes met red ones and Brynmor couldn’t stop his surprise from showing. Sure he had been stand in for the king before, but that was something different than to be asked to the right-hand of the king, nonetheless successor. He parts his lips to speak, but no words are coming, and thus he closes his mouth again. Instead he let his gaze travel across the Tundra’s fields, but he cannot really enjoy the view as his thought go in overdrive.

It is only after a while that he turns his gaze back to Offspring again. For a short moment his lips pull up to a smile, but soon it falters and his gaze grows more serious. ”You know I’ll do anything for the Tundra, whatever would be in her interest. I will accept the place at your side, if you’d still want me. I will be honoured to stand at your side. But..” he pauses, looking away again, before continuing. ”I’ve never pictured myself as a king. I need some time to think it over, but we both know that I’ll do whatever is the best for the Tundra.”

"Nothing is coming to rise."