"With my speechless calm eyes."
Although the initiation of new brothers was quite a happening – after all, they got their tattoos and were officially part of the brotherhood – nothing much had changed in their day to day lives. Except for the fact that they’d gotten a new king and the Tundra seemed more active than before. But maybe that was the effect a new king could had on a kingdom. To Brynmor this was first change in monarchy, as he had first started living in the Tundra under Hurricane’s reign.
Not only did their brotherhood grow, there had also new positions been appointed. And surprising enough he himself had been given one. And now he had gotten over the first surprise it was time for him to learn how Offspring thought of the other kingdom’s and how he’d like to see the Tundra’s relationship with these kingdoms.
Brynmor’s scar, which stood quite prominent on his chest, still stood out against his gray coat, but the hardest lines had started to fade. The black lines contrasted his graying coat, but once he would be fully white there would be no way of missing his signature Tundra scar. And neither was Offspring’s. One day they would be each other’s opposites. One white with blue eyes and a black scar and one white with red eyes and a white scar.
Offering the older male a greeting smile the formerly blind stallion dipped his head slightly. ”How have you been?” he asks, genuinely interested in the other’s wellbeing. It had been a while since they had a one-to-one conversation, and he hadn’t really gotten the opportunity to talk to another who had just joined the brotherhood. Not that Brynmor would prime into his king’s personal demons, but he was curious to learn how the experience had affected the other. Other than the obvious scar that was. Not to forget to mention; the fact that Offspring had recently become a king.
"Nothing is coming to rise."