[open] Winter has come [any]

[Brynmor]

With my speechless calm eyes,

nothing is coming to rise.

He surely needed to get used to the Tundra’s new activity, and the residents that came with it. And he probably should get used to it fast. However, this change was probably the better one of the two. Brynmor still didn’t feel too at ease with women within their ranks – not because he thought of them as less, he’s just being somewhat neurotic to change – but what he liked less was the fact that he too had learned of it with the rest of the Tundra. He didn’t question his king’s friendship, neither his rule or the decisions that he made, but the blue eyed stallion didn’t liked it that his friend hadn’t consulted him on this. Making him quite a bit butt-hurt.

Another thing that was new was that someone beat him to respond to a call from the border. Yet this wasn’t a thing he should be wary about, but embrace it whole heartedly. She might be young and still had a whole road ahead of her, but thus far she had really proven herself to be a talented diplomat. Just a tad bit unexperienced. It wasn’t hard to miss the sudden burst of colors against the snow. Even from afar Brynmor could see how she ungracefully flopped down, sitting on her rear.

The worry has him hurrying towards the sole entrance in the ice wall. It wasn’t like he was afraid of what might happen, but it were strangers at the borders and Maribel had clearly been surprised by one thing or another. And Brynmor didn’t want anybody to harm his only fellow-diplomat. Or her scaring them away, which could be possible by the sudden burst of colors. With the loss of his wings – not that Brynmor cared for such trivial matters, although he would have to admit that the speed they gave him were quite handy – it takes him longer to get there than he would’ve liked, only reaching them as Maribel introduces herself and asks the strangers for their business in the Tundra.

Strange they were indeed. The blue eyed male blinks a few times, surprised to see the living snowmen –horses, before he manages to hide it. Not everything was how it looked like and there probably was a clear explanation behind this. So Brynmor offers the pair a smile and a dip of the head. ”Welcome. My name is Brynmor.” He leave it at his introduction, after all, Maribel had already asked them for their reasoning and he didn’t have anything to add. Plus she had been here the fastest and he also didn’t want to give her the feeling that he didn’t trust her in these matters.

BRYNMOR