"I will see."
Time has passed since the pale stallion had come to collect him. Even though he now lives among others, the damage had already been done. It was something Brynmor himself of course didn’t realise, happily chatting away with the voice in his head as if it belonged to a real horse. He secludes himself from the other Chamberlings. Yes, the Chamber, that was how Gryffen had called the place when he had asked if Bryn was ready to serve him and the kingdom. He still lingers around in the shadows, never moving around too much or travelling to far distances. The lack of sight limits his ability to freely move around, yet other senses had developed themselves better over time.
’Do you smell that?’ his buddy speaks up and makes Bryn lift his nose into the air to smell it. ”Yes, now you mention it” he replies softly. ’Come one, let’s check it out!’ is the reply. With his curiosity sparked he moves forward, his step are still slow, but he doesn’t let himself get of the trail. Like the burning tree, that he found in the general area of the Chamber, the fresh smell of blood and childbirth is something he can’t identify. His own birth and the murder of his mother is something the greying male doesn’t remember.
He enters the scene at the same time the mare crumbles down. Hesitantly he steps forward, but soon forces himself to stop, as he has learned himself to not step into potential harmful places. ”I smell blood..” he mumbles to his buddy as his ears point forward. ’Yes, yes, blood. She doesn’t look too good too’. Brynmor has yet to become more bulky, but his height wasn’t that special. Together with the milky white of his eyes he doesn’t look too threatening. Curiousity mingles with concern as he dips his head a little. It was hard to get a picture of the situation and thus he neighs softly. ”Are you okay?” is what he asks, keeping himself quiet to pick up the softest sound she makes.
"Through your secret."
OOC: Italic is what the voice in his head says and coloured is what Brynmor says out loud.