"With my speechless calm eyes."
It had been Offspring who had told him to be polite and not rush onto the main subject bluntly. It was Brynmor’s nature to be direct and get on with business right away, instead of having a chitchat that neither found interesting. It seemed that this strange wasn’t really interested in such small talks either. But now the gray stallion knew what Offspring had meant when his king had said he didn’t come off very friendly. You could almost call it rude. However, he didn’t really felt bothered by it. This meant that he could get to business right away, even though the stranger didn’t give off a friendly vibe.
He simply nods as the dappled Andalusian introduces himself. It had only been his name, nothing more, nothing less and partly because of that Brynmor didn’t really felt like he had to reply verbally. A nod to make know you had heard it was enough in this case. The short – with his 14.2hh he was by no mean tall – stallion didn’t bother to pay attention to the prying eyes. Not at all and he gladly repaid that favour by studying Azael from up close now.
Honestly, Brynmor wasn’t exactly sure if this stallion would be a good brother, but he could always try. The fact that he seemed rather self centered and a bit uncivilized didn’t mean he wouldn’t make a good addition to the Tundra. That was, if Azael would be interested in such thing. Right now they needed more brothers and they couldn’t afford it to be picky. And perhaps his judgement was wrong on this one.
Brynmor cannot fight the smirk that pulls on the corners of his pink lips, amused by the direct words spoken by Azael. ”I was looking for potential brothers and I think you might be one. Would you be interested in joining the Tundra?” His words are just as direct as the dappled stallion’s words. There was no point in delaying the question any further, as neither of them would enjoy that. Because he too wasn’t made for having chitchats and talk about something like the weather.
"Nothing is coming to rise."