09-24-2015, 09:02 AM
It had been a few days ago that Gryffen had come to collect him, to guide him away from the dark corner of the Chamber that had been his home these past few years. Even though he has never left the borders the place seemed entirely different from the Chamber that he knew. The darkness was still the same, both the sunlight and the moonlight didn’t reach his eyes. The differences in the smells and scents was most prominent to the young greying male. He had spent his life alone, only sometimes smelling the lingering scent of a Chamber horse that had passed by his hiding place.
But now, now things were different. To Brynmor it had come as a surprise. He has always known that Gryffen would come to collect him again, but he had honestly thought that the pale stallion would’ve made him wait longer. His steps are slow as he tries to explore his new living area, sometimes almost bumping into trees or stumbling across rocks that are hidden underneath the snow – not that he knew how the snow looked like. Not being able to rely on sight Brynmor has learned how to use his other senses to navigate around and as long as his steps were calm he did a pretty good job. He would never be able to trot or gallop around, or to jump across obstacles – unless some drastic change would happen to him.
The smell of something burning makes his body freeze. At the same he thought of the fire as something bad – after all, that’s a normal reaction to a fire – but at the same time it actually felt like it was okay, like it belonged there and was in harmony with it’s surroundings. Slowly he moved closer, carefully to not get too close, trying to use all his senses to understand what’s going on. How was it possible to have a fire burning while everything else was covered in snow?
But now, now things were different. To Brynmor it had come as a surprise. He has always known that Gryffen would come to collect him again, but he had honestly thought that the pale stallion would’ve made him wait longer. His steps are slow as he tries to explore his new living area, sometimes almost bumping into trees or stumbling across rocks that are hidden underneath the snow – not that he knew how the snow looked like. Not being able to rely on sight Brynmor has learned how to use his other senses to navigate around and as long as his steps were calm he did a pretty good job. He would never be able to trot or gallop around, or to jump across obstacles – unless some drastic change would happen to him.
The smell of something burning makes his body freeze. At the same he thought of the fire as something bad – after all, that’s a normal reaction to a fire – but at the same time it actually felt like it was okay, like it belonged there and was in harmony with it’s surroundings. Slowly he moved closer, carefully to not get too close, trying to use all his senses to understand what’s going on. How was it possible to have a fire burning while everything else was covered in snow?
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