"With my speechless calm eyes."
If you could look through his fuzzy thick coat and the lack of muscles you could see the build of a broad, bulky pony. Just like Roan he took after his mother, a sturdy pony, not too tall but his robustness made up for it. But his form didn’t entirely show that what he could be. Being born blind caused quite a lot of handicaps and one of them was that Brynmor was bound to a slow step, always calculating where to place his hooves in order to avoid bumping into things. He had once trotted, a burst of energy and strange joy during his childhood period, but after tripping over some roots and colliding with the hard rocky ground had been a lesson enough to stop him from trying again.
Once her tension flows away his does so too and he is pleased to notice that she reacts to his silent greeting. His first words may have been not too kind, but as direct as he was he couldn’t help but to ask about this father she called for right away. Brynmor is surprised when her nose bumps into his – not at all aware that she is blind just like himself – and is taken aback by the sudden contact. Although his senses are quite good, he isn’t actually used to touch other horses, but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t like it. Without really realising it a smile starts to grow on his lips. The graying blind man doesn’t step away from her, standing comfortable near her, but always alert for any sudden movement she can make if she wants him further away from her. ”I would be surprised if Hurricane would chase away a former princess” he says, trying to assure her that he had meant what he had said. ”And if he had doubts, I’ll stand in for you” he promises.
He wouldn’t want her to be send away from the place that she used to call home. The Tundra had been his first real home and if it was like this to her, who would they be to take it all away from her? Brynmor dips his head slightly as she introduces himself, not aware of the fact that she cannot see him doing it. ”It’s nice to meet you, Roan. And welcome back home, I guess.” A grin spreads on his lips, content with himself and his recent achievements.
"Nothing is coming to rise."
OOC: Ugh, I totally love her <3. We should thread again once Bryn has his sight back
