"With my speechless calm eyes."
Apparently he hadn’t been able to collect himself as well as he had thought. He knew damn well that a real diplomat shouldn’t let business interfere with own preferences and feelings. That he had had a bad experience with the Chamber didn’t mean that the dark kingdom would be bad for the Tundra. Yet at the same time it wasn’t that strange that he would feel a little hesitant? After all, he hadn’t had the chance yet to confront Gryffen. If he hadn’t pledged he loyalty to Hurricane and the Tundra he probably would’ve barged into the Chamber during the war, to fight alongside any of the Chamber’s opponents. Something like enemy of your enemy being your friend. But no, it would’ve been stupid to do, but if he wouldn’t have been bound to the Tundra he probably wouldn’t have cared.
He hadn’t meant to let his own hatred and dislike show through in his words, but Offspring’s soft words – privately spoken to him – clearly told him otherwise. And if his king’s warning hadn’t been enough the other king clearly showed his dislike. Brynmor’s blue eyes meet his king’s red ones and, although it is with slight reluctance, he drops his head before nodding. As he looks forward again, to meet the other king’s green eyes, he steps back a little, settling in the place of an observer instead of joining the conversation. He had already said too much. And Offspring would be perfectly able to hold the conversation himself.
Brynmor himself had been exposed to magic, but something like the magma king he hadn’t seen before. He tries to not let his eyes wander across the stallion’s form, to ignore the oozing magma and other strange happenings. Not that the venomous look in the green eyes is much better, but at least it isn’t something unnatural. But if he really had sounded so hostile, he guessed he deserved it. Not that he would be willing to admit that out loud – not yet at least – and what was done that was done. It was an objective for another time, not he simply had to put his own feelings aside and listen to the proposal with an open mind.
He could always discuss things more heatedly with Offspring once they were on their own again. He had already informed the black king of his past before, but if Killdare’s word were true, the Chamber was already changing and it sounded like it was for the better. Well, in Brynmor’s opinion that was.
"Nothing is coming to rise."