"I will see."
”What do you want?” he asks next. He is still tense and feels utterly uncomfortable with the current situation. Yet he couldn’t stop the relieved sigh as she told him her name. She wasn’t a shadow from the past that had come to terrorize him some more. He had only just awakened – or come back? – from her devilish games and it had left him a little shaken up. No wonder he was startled when she had suddenly appeared and touched him. Her touch has left a tingling feeling upon his shoulder and he still tries to calm his racing heart. ”You really are a pussy, Bryn. You let yourself be this startled by a little mare.” His friend humours him, but the graying male only shrugs it off, this wasn’t the time for a discussion.
Zojja’s answer to the stallion’s question is an answer he could’ve given himself. Well, that wasn’t if the recent happenings hadn’t left him in his current state. Before he had been bitter and defensive, always having the feeling that it was him – and, of course, his imaginary friend– against the big bad world. After all, he had been dumped in the corner of the kingdom only weeks after his birth and it had taken his ‘kidnapper’ three years to collect him. Three years of solitude and darkness, that would make you at least a bit crazy. Or in Brynmor’s case, quite crazy as he converses verbally with his imaginary friend, the voice in his head.
He let their conversation move past him, listening but also not listening at the same time. Or probably more like not paying full attention to their words. Zojja’s first reply had pulled him back out his thoughts and memories again, making him realise that he wasn’t alone. Brynmor was hesitant, moving away from them by stepping backwards – this time more carefully. He doesn’t like it when they were too close. Even though he cannot see at all, his other senses are developed better, but in order to be able to defend himself he needed space. The sound of their movements had to reach him earlier than their bodies.
”I can hear you perfectly fine.” The humouring words of the unknown stallion that had introduced himself as Lupei had hit a nerve. As he snorts loudly his ears press back against his skull and his lips part to show his teeth. ”And I’m the murderer here” he hisses as his eyes narrow. He moves his head, trying to glance in their directions, but he can only guess where they stand as he cannot see them.
He hears the crackling of the snow underneath Lupei’s hooves before the steam reaches him. In defence he raises his head, but his nostrils flare as he snorts to blow his steam back towards the male. ”I’m not stupid” he replies as he pulls back. ”Don’t treat me as such.” He lowers his head again, making his short yet sturdy neck slightly longer as he relaxes a little.
"Through your secret."