01-24-2016, 11:51 PM
In truth, he is not a kind man. Conversely, neither is he cruel. No, he is a logical man, one who knows intimately the foibles and failings of his fellow equines. He has never been one to hold grudges, nor has he ever considered himself exceedingly unfair. That Brynmor had come forward with this information speaks volumes. Enough to give Hurricane pause. He would give the man as fair of a chance as he gives anyone else. In the end, he would either earn Hurricane’s trust and camaraderie, or he would learn just how hard of a man he is.
As Brynmor states his intentions emphatically, Hurricane studies the gray man with a flinty eye. When he has finished, the pale stallion hesitates only a moment before dipping his head in a nod of acceptance. He would take the man’s pledge as he had given it, holding him to his word as proof of his allegiance. In the end, his deeds would show the truth of his words.
But there is more, a thought that he cannot let ago until it is fully satisfied. He wonders why the man’s confession comes in conjunction with his newfound ability to see. It is an odd coincidence, to say the least. And so he asks, though his question is spurred far more by curiosity than anything else (even if no hint of that curiosity registers in his tone, his features remaining as impassive as ever).
”Tell me, Brynmor, how did you regain your eyesight?”
As Brynmor states his intentions emphatically, Hurricane studies the gray man with a flinty eye. When he has finished, the pale stallion hesitates only a moment before dipping his head in a nod of acceptance. He would take the man’s pledge as he had given it, holding him to his word as proof of his allegiance. In the end, his deeds would show the truth of his words.
But there is more, a thought that he cannot let ago until it is fully satisfied. He wonders why the man’s confession comes in conjunction with his newfound ability to see. It is an odd coincidence, to say the least. And so he asks, though his question is spurred far more by curiosity than anything else (even if no hint of that curiosity registers in his tone, his features remaining as impassive as ever).
”Tell me, Brynmor, how did you regain your eyesight?”
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
