"With my speechless calm eyes."
Since his birth Brynmor hadn’t been this far south again. And that particular day on the beach wasn’t something the gray stallion remembered. His memories only go as far back as the Chamber, and the years he had spent in one of their darkest corners, before he had been send to the meadow. From the meadow he had gone to the field, and there Hurricane had found him. Ever since that day the dappled male had lived in the Tundra, only making trips to the field, the meadow or the forest once in a while. Those trips were nothing compared to this trip to the Valley, but at least it wasn’t a trip he had to make lone.
His northern home had send him south with a mission, or task would probably be a better word, and he had been asked to take Patchouli with him. The palomino stallion had joined the brotherhood at the same time Brynmor had faced the caves, both persuaded a career in the diplomacy caste, and although Brynmor was ranked higher, they both had little experience. It was the first time he went to visit another kingdom, and he was naturally a little nervous. He didn’t know what to expect, both to the lack of experience, but also with the recent developments and the post-war changes.
”Offspring want us to meet the Valley’s new queen, to learn her view for the Valley, but also to see what kind of alliances she’s looking for” he briefly explains to the palomino male. He had been quite during most of their journey, a little too awkward and unfamiliar with his companion to chat freely with him. It wasn’t like they knew each other that well, but maybe this trip would be the way to change that. Nonetheless Brynmor didn’t really know how to position himself, after all, all brothers were equal, right?
As they near the Valley’s border he calls out. Brynmor doesn’t want to cross the Valley’s border and walk in just like that. He really didn’t like it when strangers just walked into the Tundra, when the borders of his home weren’t respected, and therefor he would patiently wait until he was invited in. From there they could always learn if they were welcome or not.
"Nothing is coming to rise."
@[Topsail]
@[Patchouli]