"I will see."
Even without his sight Brynmor had been able to locate the Tundra’s king before the man’s hooves caused the soft thud of landing on the ground. Other than that there had been the wind that carried the man’s scent. And if his senses wouldn’t have been enough to find Hurricane, he could always have called out to him. Yet none of that all was needed anymore, as he had found the gray king already.
Although he doesn’t know everything about his own past, he is determined to tell Hurricane about the things that he does know. The part that he doesn’t remember isn’t important, after all, if it would be important he would’ve remembered it, right? If Brynmor only would’ve known that Gryffen had set things into motion on the day of his birth he would probably think otherwise. Knowing that Gryffen had killed his mother would only fuel his anger and hatred towards the red eyed male. Yet that wasn’t something he could share with his king, as he wasn’t aware of the murder.
He dips his head slightly, offering the other male a small smile, before his gaze grows more serious. ”The truth about you finding me in the field” he replies, hoping that this first vague answer would make it clear that there had been a foul play. Brynmor lets his gaze travel off in the distance, his eyes staring into the distance without really taking in any of it, much like he had done during the time he was blind. Old habits die hard. ”I spent my youth in the Chamber, in a lone corner with no company, except for apparently this voice I keep hearing without seeing anybody near.” It wasn’t like Brynmor liked to admit that, but he was sure that Hurricane had noticed something was off before, because he had talked with his friend in the presence of the gray king. ”Gryffen came to collect me from that hellhole, but only to take on the role of puppeteer. He and the queen send me to the field, after lounging some time in the meadow, for the Tundra to pick me up. I was a pawn, a puppet, someone disposable and threatened to be their blind spy. Yet I haven’t noticed his ravens around ever since you brought me here, so I’m not sure if they are just happy to have disposed me, but that doesn’t change their intentions. I was sent to the Tundra to spy on you.”
His former confidence is now gone and Brynmor hesitantly steps back to increase the distance between them. He doesn’t know how Hurricane would react to the news. Maybe the king had had his thoughts on him and his appearance in the meadow, but he was a little unsure of how things would continue further. As he swallows the lump in his throat the graying man lifts his head, his gaze meeting the kings’. ”My loyalty lies with the Tundra, I’ll enter the caves right here and now if you would ask it of me” he almost hastily speaks up. Brynmor means what he says, he would enter the caves, but that doesn’t mean he was really eager to do so. His time to enter the caves had not yet come, but maybe his king believed otherwise.
"Through your secret."