"With my speechless calm eyes."
This trip to the field felt a little strange to the graying male. It was the first time that he walked the route with his newly regained sight, it was the first time he had left the Tundra’s lands since Djinni had granted his wish to see. Sure he had gotten back from the meadow to the Tundra, but he still had been to shocked and surprised to be able to take in anything else. Brynmor found it strange to walk a route that he knew so well – he automatically walked in the right direction – and at the same time see it all for the first time. The formerly blind stallion had only become more eager to fight for and contribute to his home, the Tundra.
His sensitive hearing – during the years he had been blind all his other senses had developed better than normally – picks up the almost desperate whinnies before he actually reaches the field. It’s obviously male, yet his nose makes out the scents of both males and females around the field. Snorting softly Brynmor changes his direction to make his way over to the stallion. The Tundra needed more men to fill their ranks, it has been too quiet and the gray male wanted to see the Tundra thrive.
”Hello there” he greets the pair, offering them both a small smile. His eyes were still a bit off and at first glance Brynmor still did look like a blind horse, yet his accurate and piercing gaze made the difference from before. ”My name is Brynmor and I’m from the Tundra. I assume you are both looking for a home?” he introduces himself and immediately tackled the subject he had come for. They were both lounging in the Field, which meant that they were looking for a home. Both smelled like they weren’t from here, so maybe they didn’t really knew how the things worked here.
Brynmor’s gaze moves to the short mare, his eyes quickly scanning over her, before he looks back at the male. The Tundra was Beqanna’s warrior kingdom, a bachelor kingdom if you would want to call it like that. However, it didn’t mean that mare’s weren’t welcome, yet they would live like herdmares. Their purpose was to birth the Tundra children while they stood under the Tundra’s protection. So it was only natural that his intentions are more directed towards the black and white stallion, curious to learn if the male would be interested in the life the Tundra could offer.
"Nothing is coming to rise."