"With my speechless calm eyes."
His first sundown as sunrise had amazed him, intrigued him, as he had never imaged it to be this beautiful. The strange thing is that the first time he had seen it hadn’t been that long ago, although he had turned five last spring. And even though he had since seen it every day, it still did amaze Brynmor in one way or another. The sight was simply gorgeous and the colors they were created during the short period of time were even more beautiful. He could never have dreamed that his eyes would be able to capture such colors.
It is partly the reason why her silhouette against the burning sky catches his attention, and holds it. It isn’t really her beauty that allures him – although he wouldn’t be able to say she isn’t – no, instead it is the whole picture that does. Like she is part of the scene, standing there like she belongs there, and just her. Yet by the time Brynmor actually approaches her the last rays of light are almost gone. ”Hello” he greets her, formerly blind eyes curiously scanning over her form as his head tilts a little to the side. She’s tall, strong build, looking like she’s quite a mare that would be able to handle harder periods of life.
”I’m Brynmor, from the Tundra. Are you perhaps looking for a home?” Right onto business and although she isn’t a warrior that could join their ranks, he would like to have more females to accompany them in the cold lands up north. Sure there was Roan, and the other two former princesses still appeared so now and then, but they needed more strong women to bear their children and to warm their hearts during the cold winter days.
"Nothing is coming to rise."