07-04-2016, 12:34 PM
With my speechless calm eyes,
nothing is coming to rise.
They come. Off course they come, just like all the others. Father and daughter are side by side, his other half is absent however. When Offspring’s call had echoed across the Tundra he hadn’t set of in his king’s direction right away. First he had gone to the cave he knew Roan had found her shelter in. Ever since the birth of their daughter – last year spring – she had been weak, tired and sickish. Brynmor knew Roan was strong, but it worried him nonetheless. Yes she was quite delicate and scarred, but she held a power that others could learn from. It pained him to see her like this and there simply was no way that he would force her to come out and join the meeting Offspring had called for. And he knew his friend would understand.
So he had taken Igni to accompany him, after all, their king had called together all those who lived in the Tundra, and not only the brotherhood. Therefor Igni was to join too. Brynmor figured it would be a good way to introduce his daughter to the others. He wasn’t sure who else she had already met since her birth last year, but there would always be some new faces.
They don’t rush themselves nor they take their time casually. The graying male could’ve used his recently gained wings, but instead the Tundra’s right-hand had decided to just walk and make his entrance side by side with his daughter. He was never the one to put fancy things on display – aside for his kingdom granted wings and his restored vision he was totally plain – and Brynmor also was not that confident flying yet. Landing was the hardest part, so this would safe him from the flop too.
Brynmor’s gaze travel across those who had arrived before them. There were quite a few of the Tundra’s resident’s already, which wasn’t that strange since he had first gone to check on Roan. There is an unknown black colt, standing a bit alone and to the side. His gaze lingers a bit longer, studying this stranger that he had just yet to meet. He could smell Thanata, but he didn’t spot the tall Friesian mare, guessing that she preferred to shelter somewhere instead of mingle. The rude boy from the time he had met King Killdare and Nymphetamine was also there, but the boy was no longer a boy, instead he was now a full grown man who had earned his scars. Brynmor remembered them meeting and he had also silently watched the boy enter the cave. After that the formerly blind man had not mingled with him again.
Next he sees is one of Offspring and Isle’s adopted children, quite close to her father. Brynmor glances towards Igni, offering the girl a smile, before looking at Lieschel again. Last but not least, Ianto. Since their first meeting he hadn’t met the ex-king again and neither had they introduced their daughter to him yet, even though Igni had already turned a yearling. He supposed that this meeting would have to do, even though Roan couldn’t be there. And maybe that was better too. He could imagine that Ianto wouldn’t be too happy about that, knowing how protective he was when it came to Roan. And it wouldn’t surprise Brynmor if the other stallion would blame him for it.
He guides Igni to where Ianto stands, with the intention to introduce the two once Offspring would’ve told them why he had called them together. He smiles as she settles next to him and after silently greeting Offspring with a dip of his head he turns to Ianto. ”Long time no see, Ianto. I hope you are well?” He leaves things at that, his attention with his daughter. Glad that she had decided to silently join him and be present without really pressing herself forward.
It was quite an understatement to say that Offspring’s words catch him by surprise. Brynmor doesn’t know what surprises him more; the actual change or the fact that the king hadn’t spoken a word about this to him at all. Offspring didn’t have to, but as his right-hand he would’ve expected that such a delicate matter would’ve been discussed between them. There was no way that he could’ve prepared himself for this and it takes a little while for him to let it all settle in, unlike some others. Brynmor silently watches Ianto move forward and he cannot say that he likes the way the ex-king treats their current king, but it wasn’t his place to reprimand his father-in-law. And honestly, his own thoughts kept him busy enough anyway.
He honestly didn’t hold anything against mares, in fact, Brynmor had always liked their presence and company. He loved and respected Roan like an equal, not as a mare that was only meant to birth and raise children. Change had always been something he found difficult to adapt to, especially big changes like this. When Killdare had come to make an alliance between the Chamber and the Tundra he hadn’t been open for it at all, but with time he had learned to accept it and see the value of it. That didn’t mean he liked the Chamber and had been ready to forget about the past, but it was a start. And like that he would need some time for this change to get accustomed too.
Brynmor decides to wait, preferring to have a bit more time with his king, so he lets other go first. Among them is his own daughter, much to his surprise and mostly to his dismay. He watches the blue roan girl step forward towards Offspring. He cannot say he likes what she says, in fact, he’s quite angry she would suggest such a thing. He hadn’t raised her in such way, but deep down he knew that she was built with the same passion and fire as himself.
Blue eyes met red ones and the gray stallion isn’t able to hide the confusion, surprise and worry. Neither he wants too, he wouldn’t hold back that what he genuinely felt. That wasn’t how friendship worked. ”What will happen to the initiation? Or will that tradition be broken too?” His voice and words are much harder than he had meant them to be. He carried his scar with pride and Brynmor thought that it made the Tundra as she was. Yet at the same time he didn’t like the idea of Igni – or any other female – to face the demons in the cave.
Settling himself more comfortable next to his much taller and broader black king he sighs softly. And while Brynmor looks up to meet Offspring’s gaze again his gaze is somewhat apologetic. ”You surprise me, my friend.” He pauses, gaze moving elsewhere without really taking anything in. ”I knew you aren’t hesitant at all to change things, but this would’ve been the last thing to cross my mind. I hope it will all work out fine. What made you decide this?” This time it genuine interest, both to the reasoning of the Tundra’s ice king, but also to prepare himself. His roles as ambassador or right-hand wouldn’t change – or he guessed it wouldn’t – but in his positions he would probably have to tend those who were just as surprised by this as himself. And he wanted to be able to do it properly and prepared.
BRYNMOR
OOC: Will post Igni in a second ^^