10-28-2016, 01:47 AM
With my speechless calm eyes,
nothing is coming to rise.
With Roan safely at the base of the mountain the graying stallion was already making his way up again. He had found his blind lover and made sure that she was safe and unharmed, now he had to find his daughter. He hadn’t been able to lie to Roan, he couldn’t tell her that their daughter was safe. He knew that she could take care of herself and expected Igni to be okay, but now he had told Roan that he didn’t know, he couldn’t just leave this mountain without even trying to look for their blue roan girl.
He is panting, almost gasping for air, as he struggles on his way up. In a very short amount of time he had climbed up and down the mountain multiple times. First down, while searching for his beloved Roan, then up to find her, down to guide Roan down and now up again to find their daughter. When Brynmor pauses, he needs to catch his breath before he can call out, calling his daughter’s name and silently listen as the sound echoes down the mountain.
The longer he stands there, the more the effect of his surrounding gets to him. Not the cold, his coat is still thick from the Tundra winter, but the air even more. The air is thin, hard to breath, nothing like he has experienced before. Brynmor had never really climbed the Tundra mountains, not higher than he absolutely had to, and spend most of his time in the center of the kingdom near the cave or patrolling the southern border. But by standing still he definitely wouldn’t find her.
He calls out to Igni one last time, before he pushes himself to continue his walk – his struggle – up the mountain. Hoof before hoof, ignoring sore muscles and ignoring that he breaths in too little oxygen to actually keep going. He couldn’t bear the thought of having to go down to Roan and tell her that he couldn’t find their girl, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer. His hopes flare up as his sensitive hearing – one of the perks of a formerly blind horse – pick up the sound of rocks that roll down the mountain. Someone was here! ”Igni?”
BRYNMOR