03-01-2017, 09:55 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
Brennen who had his Tundra had been found very rarely in the Field.
After all, the residents of the Tundra had never placed a huge emphasis on recruiting to fill their ranks. It was rare to come across strange men in the Field, and most of them were content to be a small loyal few. On top of that, Brennen was a great warrior and something of a recluse and he made his worth known in other ways.
But to the women of Nerine, these former Amazons, he is not the strange half-legendary creature who wanders their frozen Tundra, but a relative unknown. Some of them have heard his name, at least, but Brennen knows that he will have to make an effort, at least at first, if he wishes to prove his place amongst them. So that is why he is wandering the Field, wondering how to identify those with enough fire to be worthy of Nerine (surely the former Amazons wouldn’t take just anyone) but it is not a mare who finally catches his attention.
It is two who are not more than children, a boy and a girl, and he first starts his approach because whatever else the warrior-stallion has or has not been and done, he has a soft spot for children. His, others, he is not particular. He strains to catch their words and keeps his own gait slow, not failing to notice their tension. He strives to be non-threatening, keeping his expression light and his wings folded tightly to his sides.
It is on his walk over that something else stirs in his chest as he looks at the colt, a hope for the future that Nayl had kindled but he had let go dark once more in the days since. She had teased that perhaps in the future she could help him restart the Brotherhood, if he could prove himself to her. But Brennen, alone with none of his Brothers, could not see a future for the Brotherhood; but in the eyes of this boy he can see that perhaps he could rebuild them, from the ground up. He has many daughters and few sons but there are other young men in Beqanna. “There are many places here to go,” he says gently, stopping a few feet away. “My name is Brennen.”
After all, the residents of the Tundra had never placed a huge emphasis on recruiting to fill their ranks. It was rare to come across strange men in the Field, and most of them were content to be a small loyal few. On top of that, Brennen was a great warrior and something of a recluse and he made his worth known in other ways.
But to the women of Nerine, these former Amazons, he is not the strange half-legendary creature who wanders their frozen Tundra, but a relative unknown. Some of them have heard his name, at least, but Brennen knows that he will have to make an effort, at least at first, if he wishes to prove his place amongst them. So that is why he is wandering the Field, wondering how to identify those with enough fire to be worthy of Nerine (surely the former Amazons wouldn’t take just anyone) but it is not a mare who finally catches his attention.
It is two who are not more than children, a boy and a girl, and he first starts his approach because whatever else the warrior-stallion has or has not been and done, he has a soft spot for children. His, others, he is not particular. He strains to catch their words and keeps his own gait slow, not failing to notice their tension. He strives to be non-threatening, keeping his expression light and his wings folded tightly to his sides.
It is on his walk over that something else stirs in his chest as he looks at the colt, a hope for the future that Nayl had kindled but he had let go dark once more in the days since. She had teased that perhaps in the future she could help him restart the Brotherhood, if he could prove himself to her. But Brennen, alone with none of his Brothers, could not see a future for the Brotherhood; but in the eyes of this boy he can see that perhaps he could rebuild them, from the ground up. He has many daughters and few sons but there are other young men in Beqanna. “There are many places here to go,” he says gently, stopping a few feet away. “My name is Brennen.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
I'm sorry I don't know what this is Brennen insisted