"With my speechless calm eyes."
The gray man cannot help but pull his lips up on a smirk as Xiah snarls back at Nymphetamine in his place. He likes her defiance, her headstrong and opinionated personality. He doesn’t feel offended by the fact that she took his side like that, objecting the blood bay male in a way he never would’ve done. However, that doesn’t mean Brynmor keeps his features neutral, there is a brilliant winkle in his eyes as he glances in Nymphetamine’s direction.
He watches her as he speaks, studying her posture and the emotions displayed upon her features. And for a short moment the gray stud is almost sure that she would come back home to him, not only his home, but hers too. He’s about to lean forward a little, to gently brush his muzzle across her neck if she would step closer, when she moves away. The content feeling slips away instantly and Brynmor fails to stop it from showing. For a moment all he can do is look at her, before a soft sigh leaves his lips and he nods. ”You know I can’t offer you that, Xiah. It’s not my place to do so. But you’re wrong about one thing, you belonged in the Tundra, and you could again, if you only want to.”
With that said Brynmor steps back, giving the pair more space, but silently scowling. He didn’t want her to pick that forsaken place over the Tundra. Even though he knows deep down in his heart that he should give the Chamber a chance, he simply couldn’t. Not yet. And Xiah’s decision doesn’t make it any better. When Nymphetamine reaches out to her his ears twist backwards and although not pressed back against his skull, it was enough to show his displeasure at the sight. ”You’d better.” His voice was hard, but not unfriendly. ”The Tundra will always be your home, Xiah. Home is home” he speaks in a much softer away. After looking one last time in the horned mare he turns around. He doesn’t need to see her walking off with the blood bay stallion, the thought alone was already displeasing enough.
"Nothing is coming to rise."