"I will see."
The only mares he had come across in the Tundra had been girls, two young princesses from the former king. Unknowingly he had now ran across another daughter of one of the previous kings, a king that he hadn’t known. Brynmor had found his place among the brothers of the Tundra – among, he wasn’t one of them yet – under Hurricane’s reign. It had even been the gray male that had found him in the field, that had told him none was useless unless you thought so yourself and had offered him a home if he wanted too. Brynmor had been warned about the harsh life in the Tundra, but after some time to adjust he actually found it pretty comfortable. His coat had become thicker to help him withstand the cold and even though he couldn’t take in his surroundings by sight, he had become to know the Tundra’s lands pretty well.
Without knowing that the other can’t see their sightless gazes meet. He might not be as accurate as she is, but he isn’t too far off. Without nearing her too much Brynmor extents his neck, curving his neck a little he reaches out towards her, sniffing the air carefully. Her scent tells him she belongs here, or had once belonged here, as he could also smell something unfamiliar. The first years of his life had been limited to a secluded corner of another kingdom, after he had spent a year in the meadow and now he was here. Leaving him unfamiliar with everything else that was out there.
She answers him, speaking about a certain king and right away concluding that this Ianto is no longer king. ”Hurricane is our king now” he replies, confirming the thing that she already knew. Brynmor’s ears twist in her direction, waiting for what else that would come, somewhat hesitant even. He isn’t really sure how to handle her, how to behave around her. Before he hadn’t really cared, but somehow his recent purpose and success had brought the graying man some peace. Next to that he’s also pretty aware that he now represents a kingdom, his home to be more exact and he wanted to contribute to that home.
He takes a step closer to her, alert in case she wouldn’t appreciate his movements and ready to move back again if she decides to strike. ”That doesn’t mean that we won’t welcome your presence here. Currently the two former king’s daughters are still living in the Tundra” he offers, voice soft and without a second agenda. If this was once her home, then it still should be her home now, if she wants to that is. ”I’m Brynmor.” If he offered her a place to stay, he should have a name, right?
"Through your secret."