"With my speechless calm eyes."
Once Loka answers his question he turns to her, an encouraging smile upon his gray lips. Yet he cannot help but of feel a bit bad, like he’s luring a trusting and unknowing girl into a trap. He doesn’t mean to, not at all. His intentions are good, but it just seems like she doesn’t understand where she commits herself too. Off course she could leave again, if the icy Tundra wasn’t what she is looking for, but Brynmor hopes she will stay. They needed the company of mares, although Brynmor isn’t sure if any of the warriors would admit that out loud. ”Life in the Tundra is hard, you’ll get used to it, but it is something you should know.” It is the same thing as Hurricane had told him when he had joined years ago. He survived, even though he had been blind. They adapted to the coldness and the Tundra had become home.
”A woman’s life in the Tundra is comparable to the life of a woman in a herd. In the Tundra only men hold the ranks, but that doesn’t mean we don’t welcome the company of females. I would gladly lead you home, dearest Loka” he replies her. The same pleasant smile is upon his lips. And after bidding Phaedrus goodbye he turns back to the golden and white mare, inviting her to follow him along.
Brynmor keeps their pace low, not wanting to rush and tire her. His blue eyes move towards her from time to time, curious to see how she would take in all this new environment. She was new to the lands of Beqanna, he was sure of that, as she smelled different. ”The Tundra’s lands are covered with snow during most of the time of the year, but you’re lucky. Right now the lands are green because of the summer, yet it’s colder than in the other lands.” He starts to tell her, wanting Loka to know how the things are like in the Tundra. ”Hurricane is our king and right now there aren’t that much habitants, but it’s something that we will hopefully change soon. There are other mares too, Roan and Oona, I hope you’ll get along with them.”
Then the ice wall dooms up for them and Brynmor turns to look at Loka with a smile upon his lips. ”That is our southern border. The ice is magical, it doesn’t melt during the summer days while the snow has long disappeared” he is grinning slightly when he speaks, picking up the pace as he is eager to get home faster now. Brynmor feels at home there very much and although it had been hard when he had been blind, it’s the first and only home he had ever known.
”Welcome to the Tundra, Loka” he says when the pass through the only hole in the wall. It was the only entry to the Tundra – except for those who support wings of course.
"Nothing is coming to rise."
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