Unlike the ghostly pale stallion the dark colt had forgotten about the confusing moments during the first day of his life. He had been too young to remember, neither the sounds or the screams, or the venomous words that had been spoken. All he remembered was his name, the name his mother had given him during the last peaceful moment of her life. And on top of that the name of the male that had lead him away from the beach. Gryffen. Life had been hard for him. Being born without sight was one thing, but on top of that he had been alone, left alone to take care of himself. With the lack of sight his other senses have developed over time. Brynmor was able to pick up the softest sounds, but he also learned how to move himself around without bumping against things. But that wasn't the only thing that had developed itself over the time, the nagging voice in his head had kept him company.
He heard the male’s arrival before he got ordered to step forward. Even though he felt the urge to turn his ears backwards, Brynmor couldn’t. The snearing voice in his head started to speak to him, almost joyfully as he repeated over and over again that the pale stallion had finally come for him. In a calm step he moved closer, navigating himself around to approach the other without rush. The greying young male stood still for a second, trying to figure out where the other stood before turning into Gryffen’s direction. “Gryffen” he greeted, his voice not showing any emotion, nor any of his thoughts regarding to the pale stallion. It was obvious that he was still young and his body wasn’t fully grown yet. He was still slightly skinny and lanky, his muscles still had to define themselves. In the next few years his chest would get wider and his frame more bulky, growing into a form that showed his lineage. “You’ve come to collect me, I assume?” he asked, his voice still lacking any emotion.
He heard the male’s arrival before he got ordered to step forward. Even though he felt the urge to turn his ears backwards, Brynmor couldn’t. The snearing voice in his head started to speak to him, almost joyfully as he repeated over and over again that the pale stallion had finally come for him. In a calm step he moved closer, navigating himself around to approach the other without rush. The greying young male stood still for a second, trying to figure out where the other stood before turning into Gryffen’s direction. “Gryffen” he greeted, his voice not showing any emotion, nor any of his thoughts regarding to the pale stallion. It was obvious that he was still young and his body wasn’t fully grown yet. He was still slightly skinny and lanky, his muscles still had to define themselves. In the next few years his chest would get wider and his frame more bulky, growing into a form that showed his lineage. “You’ve come to collect me, I assume?” he asked, his voice still lacking any emotion.
brynmor
"I can see, through your secret."
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