03-27-2018, 01:18 PM
There's none so blind as those who will not listen.
It is almost as if history is repeating itself. Almost, because there are a couple of little details that differ from before. This time Brynmor stands on the riverbank, instead of at the water bank of a lake, though the water again gently washes over his front hooves. Years ago he had found his way to the water to quench his thirst, today he is simply staring at his reflection. Although no longer blind, and yet at the same time staring ahead without really seeing.
One thing that is the same, is that a brother stumbles upon him. A brother that can offer him the purpose he thinks he has lost. Though Brennen does not resemble Hurricane one bit.
The nicker pulls his gaze away from his reflection in the water, to find the winged bay stallion approaching him. Like the other male, Brynmor needs a couple of seconds to put a face to the name. ”Brennen” he offers in return, a light dip of his head as his eyes study his former brother. Brennen looks good, not just alive, but thriving. Very unlike the greying male himself.
”Not too much, honestly..” he honestly replies, with a light shrug of his shoulder. It was easier to be a little vague than admit his weakness, his failure. In his blindness he had strayed away from Beqanna, not just strayed away, but also had allowed it to happen. ”What is Beqanna like these days?” What Brynmor really wants to ask, is what happened in the first place and what has become of the Brotherhood.
BRYNMOR
OOC: Sorry, I'm not yet feeling Brynmor. Hopefully he'll become easier to write with each post I write..