"With my speechless calm eyes."
Her surprised state makes him stop sooner than he normally would have. He knew better than to step into the personal space of a startled equine and he also respected it that not everybody liked it to have a stranger close to you. So instead of moving closer, Brynmor steps backwards again, to increase the space between them in the hope that the black mare would feel more at ease. He wasn’t there to hurt her, neither to scare her or scare her away, so it would be the best if he could make her feel a bit more comfortable.
He doesn’t feel short compared to her, the graying stallion was already used to the fact that he wasn’t that tall. Most of those he met were taller than him and never had he felt really little. What he lacked in height he made up in different ways. Due to his linage, at least half Welsh and a quarter Friesian, he was built quite sturdy and after the trainings of the War caste he had become muscular too. Nonetheless he still was agile and fast, and Brynmor would use that in his advantage if that was necessary. But he didn’t intent on fighting this mare.
His blue eyes seek hers and without really realising it Brynmor tilts his head a bit to the side. He silent studied her and also tried to give up one as friendly as possible look. It is in the small smile upon his lips, calm greeting voice and warm gaze. Not trying to court her, but just wanting her to feel at ease.
”Is there something I can do for you? You’ve found yourself a way quite far up North. Did you have a reason for visiting our kingdom?” he asks, trying to figure out what the reason behind her appearance was. Not that he minds and she surely is welcome, but there was no way he would just let a stranger wander their grounds. Even though she was only a mare – and from the looks of it a sensitive and fearful one too – there was a chance that she would be a danger to the other habitants. And Brynmor could simply not let any potential danger walk around freely.
"Nothing is coming to rise."