"With my speechless calm eyes."
Honestly, he was glad that Offspring had told him to take Patchouli with him on his trip to the Valley. Even though the palomino brother didn’t have experiences on matters like this – just like himself – it was good to know he wasn’t thrown into this alone. It comforted Brynmor to have a brother accompanying him, even if he was supposed to lead this visit. He hadn’t really had the chance to get to know Patchouli better yet, maybe he would during this trip, but he seemed to be a pleasant companion.
As the stand still at the border of the kingdom he let his gaze travel across that what he could see. It was much different than his own home, but he guessed it had she same eerie feeling as the Chamber would give off. Even though he had lived there for over three years, Brynmor had never laid his eyes upon her, as he had been staring off into the black nothing. The lands before them are all shadowy, pine trees decorating the lands and soft flowy hills of grass.
Her answer reaches him only a short while after his own call. He can only appreciate the fact that they are let known that they were heard, instead of having them wait while not even knowing that somebody would be coming. Brynmor dips his own head as the grulla approaches them, a kind smile on the corners of his lips. But he cannot say he was prepared to hear her voice speak to him in their minds. Call it unmannered or even rude, but you couldn’t really blame them. He blinks his a few times, blue eyes studying her with the surprise evident on his features, but it is only when Patchouli speaks up that the smile returns back on his lips.
Once again he dips his head. ”Please excuse me, Queen Topsail, you surprised me” he apologies as he does so, before he lifts his head again to have his blue eyes meet hers again. ”I’m Brynmor, and this is Patchouli” he introduces them, glancing towards the palomino stud next to him. He couldn’t really blame Patchouli for his reaction – he himself had been taken by surprise after all – but he couldn’t really call his words very polite.
Even though he is surprised to have learned that she knows where they are from, he tries to let that go and focus on what they came here for. ”Our king asked us to visit to the Valley” he answers her, pausing for a short second to study the possible reaction upon her features. ”To learn about the kingdom and her new queen.” Maybe he is little too direct, but that was how Brynmor was. He really couldn’t help it, as he wasn’t the one to just chitchat about nothing when there was business. Not that he wouldn’t mind to chat with the queen to get to know her, but it didn’t sit right with him he would just talk around the subject.
"Nothing is coming to rise."