"With my speechless calm eyes."
He stays silent as she doesn’t instantly reply to his greeting and instead his gaze follows hers, silently watching the sun set completely. Even when the sun herself has descended completely their gazes don’t move and their lips stay sealed too. It isn’t until the last rays disappear. Darkness consumes everything around them. It isn’t something that scares Brynmor. For years the darkness had been all that he knew and therefore he feels utterly comfortable. His sight isn’t able to help him much in this darkness, but he can still see good enough to be confident to gallop around, something he absolutely didn’t before.
The graying male still lacked some muscle, but compared to the time when he had just gained his sight things it had already much improved. He had simply began to move much more, walking faster and longer than before. Yet compared to others he still wasn’t much, even though his build was quite bulky due to his heritage. But it doesn’t seem like it that that is what she is looking at. Brynmor answer’s her gaze, his head tilting a little side wards as he does so. ”It sure was” he answers, a slightly amused smile pulling on the corners of his lips.
”It’s nice to meet you, Oona.” He pauses for a moment, eyeing her silently. ”Depending on what kind of home you seek, there is a place among the warriors of the Tundra if you would desire such life. It isn’t much, as we are a brotherhood and only men join the ranks and the lands can be harsh, but it is a home” he offers her. His gaze doesn’t travel away, curious to see what expressions she will show upon her features. Her first reaction interests him, it would tell if she was open for such a life.
"Nothing is coming to rise."