"With my speechless calm eyes."
The snow didn’t bother him, not anymore that was. Quite a few years had passed since he had first set foot – or hoof – in the icy kingdom and he had fully adjusted to the Tundra’s climate by now. It had been different at first and Brynmor did had some trouble in the past to find his way. There had been little things that would make it easy for him to determine where in the huge kingdom he was, but he had learned to recognize the smallest things. Right now the graying male found it quite easy to pinpoint where he as, still carrying his knowledge of the land with him.
Tangled mane and a thick coat were quite a good way protect yourself from the cold. Of course their coats got wet whenever it rained or snowed, but soaked him through and through. If the formerly blind stallion would be honest he would easily admit that he preferred the times when the Tundra’s lands were covered with a sparkling white blanket. Sure the summer was nice too, but it was the snow that made him truly feel at home.
Icy eyes meet crimson ones. The red eyes didn’t bother him, but that would’ve been different if he would’ve seen Gryffen’s red eyes. Brynmor had never seen the stallion that had made his youth a living hell and he still didn’t know the exact truth behind his past. It wasn’t his past that bothered him, it had been the winged demon’s intentions and the task that had been given to him. He would probably have been troubled by his king’s eyes if he had known that Gryffen shared that characteristic. So it was actually a good thing that Brynmor had never seen his puppeteer.
He listens intensely as Offspring answers his question and he’s glad to hear that the black male had heard the question underneath his words. His gaze follows Offspring’s, staring off in the distance before looking at those red eyes again. ”It’s indeed nice to see the kingdom slowly coming to life again, and I’m glad it does” Brynmor replies, agreeing with what the other said. A glimpse of a smile pulls on the corners of his lips as he dips his head a little again. ”It was nothing, Offspring, the Tundra deserves that much. I would do anything within my reach to get the brotherhood to full strength again.”
He pauses for a moment, eyes moving from Offspring’s gaze to the scar underneath the male’s right eye, before lifting his eyes to meet his gaze again. The other’s scar made him think of his own and like his body knows there is a tingling feeling on his right chest. He felt great and in some sort of way complete, but Brynmor would be lying if he said that his demon’s had stopped haunting them fully. ”I have been okay. In some ways refreshed and more peaceful, but I won’t easily forget what happened” he finally replies. Things had become more clear now. He had finally recognize and accepted the death of his mother, just as he had recognized and accepted that the voice he had heard most of his life wasn’t real. And he had stopped running. ”But I’m ready to face whatever get’s thrown at me.”
The smile upon his lips grows a little knowning and without casting his gaze away he changes the subject. ”That’s actually also what I wanted to talk to you about.” As he pauses Brynmor watches the black king, making sure to have his full attention before continuing. ”I want to visit the other kingdoms, to learn how our relationship with them stands and to see if they would be interested in a treaty of any kind. But first I want to know what your opinion is on these kingdoms and who we want to associate ourselves with. I assume that we’d want to restore our old relationship with the Jungle? With or without the child swaps?” That last matter was something Hurricane had been working on, like other kings before them in the past. They needed new blood, boys to strengthen their ranks, and the Amazonian’s male children could be a way to accomplish that. With their own girls in return of course.
"Nothing is coming to rise."