07-24-2016, 06:34 AM
With my speechless calm eyes,
nothing is coming to rise.
It had been a while since he had last visited the field. Back then he still had been looking for stallions who looked like they would fit to live in the Tundra. The life wasn’t meant just for everybody – not then and not now – and the fact that it had been limited to the males hadn’t made it any easier. Brynmor couldn’t say that requiting was easy now, but with the ranks open to mares they surely did have more choice on who to approach in the field.
She stands out. Not only because her dark coat is clearly visible against the grass (although the winter would set in here soon too), but also her purple mane that makes her different from tons of others in the field. Perhaps it is this prejudice that draws him to her. Other than that she smells different too, the scent of faraway places latches to her skin and neither does she look like a terrified mare that’s simply looking for a herd stallion to protect her.
”Hello” he greets her once he’s within hearing distance. Unlike her you could say that he looks somewhat plain. Every year his coat turned lighter, gray hair shed for white ones, and now he no longer has his kingdom granted wings he’s just another plain horse out there. Except for his blue eyes there is nothing that makes Brynmor stand out. And he doesn’t have to. ”I’m Brynmor, from the Tundra. Would you perhaps be interested in a life among our ranks?” He wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t jump right on the matter at hand. Even when he still had been blind and Hurricane had collected him in the field, he already had been direct. What was the point in circling around the subject if their purposes were so clearly displayed?
BRYNMOR
OOC: The Tundra's ranks are open to females now too, just in case you missed that ^^