08-07-2016, 01:31 PM
With my speechless calm eyes,
nothing is coming to rise.
It has been a while since he had last visited the field. Nowadays the Tundra was bursting with life. Not only did the layer of snow that painted the lands white thinner, but the brotherhood had also grown. Although, Brynmor couldn’t really call it a brotherhood anymore, he now had sisters too. The Tundra’s lord still didn’t really know what to think of it, of accepting mares into their ranks, but he had to admit that the Tundra had grown because of it. Both casted were growing, he no longer was the only diplomat nor warrior, instead he soon would have to defend his position.
However, all that didn’t mean that he would leave the field visits to others. He too liked to travel from time to time. Upon arriving his gaze instantly follows the lonely mare. She isn’t around others, looking somewhat timid too, and the graying stallion decides to approach her calmly. He nickers once he’s within hearing distance, not rushing himself and hoping to not surprise her. ”Hello, I’m Brynmor. Are you looking for a home?” He has never been the one to chitchat, or at least, not when he came with a certain reason.
BRYNMOR