"With my speechless calm eyes."
Trips to the field had become one of his more regular things to do lately. It wasn’t new to him, and the regularity either, but it was something noticeable. He used the time it took to walk from the Tundra to the field to practise his new gift, and over time he had gotten better at staying invisible for longer periods. Brynmor still hasn’t mastered it, but slowly but surely he was getting closer to his goal. Not that he had figured out yet how to use this kingdom trait into the Tundra’s advantage, but he guessed it would one day show its purpose to him. But today was not that day yet.
Unlike the Tundra the temperature in the field was just as it should be in the spring. And except for the fact that his coat was still too thick to be comfortable with this temperature, he enjoyed it. The lands of the Tundra were still covered with snow and only during the peeks of the summer the green grass would show itself, so the graying male took advantage of this trip to the field by nibbling on the grass from time to time.
Although unexpected – he had seen only mares in the field lately – he’s pleasantly surprised to find a male lounging around. A male that doesn’t seem to be on the hunt for herdmares or potential kingdom members, instead, he’s there a such being himself. Brynmor’s blue eyes study the pale and red eyed – just like Offspring had red eyes – male as he lowers his head to refresh himself with some water. The stranger didn’t smell like had only recently arrived at Beqanna, but nonetheless the scent was strange to Brynmor. Who knew where he was originally from?
”Good day” he greets kindly, his head dipping slightly as a pleasant smile lies upon his lips. ”My name is Brynmor, from the Tundra.” Pausing he takes a better look at the cremello stallion, his ears pointed slightly forward in interest, but without forgetting about the rest of the world. ”Would you be interested to learn about my home?” he asks, direct as ever. Why should he dance around the subject if it was quicker to learn this stranger’s wishes this way?
"Nothing is coming to rise."