03-27-2017, 12:58 PM
There's none so blind as those who will not listen.
Silence stretches. Perhaps she had really been surprised by his revealed blindness. She sounded young, that could explain why she didn’t recognize his defect. It simply was one, nothing less, nothing more. Some had judged him because of him, had looked down on him, but others had been welcoming. Brynmor remembers Hurricane telling him nobody was useless, unless the thought so themselves.
Back in time, before Djinni had gifted him with sight, he had never experienced it how it was to be alone. Physically he had been just that, dumped in a dark corner of the Chamber. His mind had played a little trick with him though, giving him a friend. He had not released that until he had noticed the absence of a horse even though he could hear the voice in his head. Compared to that Ajatar’s voice is as music to his ears ”The Tundra is my home, if we are in the meadow now, that means I should go north.” But where was the north?
Brynmor just stands there, realisation hitting him dead on. He was barely able to find food and water, didn’t even recognize the danger he was in. How was he supposed to determine which direction would be the north? Fear shakes him and instantly he gets more nervous. His not seeing gaze move across the meadow, ears twitching and nostrils flaring. That he looked ridiculous wasn’t the thing that bothered his mind right at that moment.
BRYNMOR