"With my speechless calm eyes."
Unlike her he had been alone when he had learned that trotting, jumping and all other things that included going faster than an easy walk. There had been nobody to see him, nobody to laugh at him or make fun of him – well, except for the imaginary friend, but Bryn honestly couldn’t remember anymore if his stupid outburst had happened before or after they met. So his lesson had been without any shame. Sure he kept his little mistake to himself, but there was nobody who could spread rumours about it.
The sound of her laugh is like a joyful melody to his ears and Brynmor decides that he likes it to hear her laugh. It’s pure and without a second meaning, most of all it isn’t meant to humour him. She was different, other than most who he had met and the graying man liked it to have her around. ”You smell more of this place than I, former princess or not, the Tundra has been your home so long already. And there are some brothers around who have been here for decades, no, you shouldn’t worry about that” he tells her, reaching out towards her in a reassuring way. Just like hers his lips are adorned with a warm smile, unable to hold it back, yet also a little hesitant by the strange feelings that swirl inside of him. Other than with Hurricane and Corin he had never had a pleasant conversation with another, and those conversations had been more formal than for the sake of a pleasant conversation only. And although she didn’t seem to him like a damsel in distress – and Brynmor absolutely wasn’t any hero material – he couldn’t help it but to feel like he had to try. So he nods, unaware of the fact that Roan cannot see it. ”I would.”
Her question doesn’t surprise him, heck, his own words had even surprised himself, but that doesn’t mean he hadn’t meant it. ”Because I know how it feels to get kicked out of your home and I wouldn’t want you to experience the same. If you want to, you should be able to stay here in the Tundra” is his honest reply. Nobody should go through the abandonment like he had and if he could, Brynmor would prevent such thing from happening to others. His reasoning is noble, yet the gray man would be lying if he said that he didn’t like female company. He calmly listens, ears perked in her direction, to be able to catch any reply she might have for his words. Brynmor’s lips curl up to a smile once again, glad to hear that she accepted his offer.
His body momentarily freezes as he notices Roan’s movements. The crackling of the snow, her scent that reaches out to him, the warmth that radiates from her body. It is the calculating and careful step that keeps him where he stands, her movements don’t express any hostility and he sighs deep as her body touches his. Unknown feelings make his heart beat faster and his stomach flutter. Brynmor reaches out towards her, carefully, before gently moving his nose to ruffle lightly through her mane. ”You’re welcome” he almost inaudibly replies, like a soft and content sigh.
"Nothing is coming to rise."
OOC: *facepalms* So far for wrapping this one up xD.