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With my speechless calm eyes - Hurricane - Brynmor - 12-21-2015 Brynmor "With my speechless calm eyes." At first he had been delighted that he was able to see again, eager to take in the beauty Beqanna had to offer, but soon after he had become confused and even somewhat afraid. The sudden change had surprised him, as he had never expected his wish to be granted. If he had known that Djinni could grant wishes like a genie he wouldn’t have been this careless with his words. Brynmor wasn’t even sure if he would have wished for eyesight, but if he would’ve done so he would’ve waited till he was prepared for it. Now it had taken him by surprise. "Nothing is coming to rise." RE: With my speechless calm eyes - Hurricane - Hurricane - 12-27-2015 The gray stallion has seen many things in his very long life. Little surprises him anymore, but Brynmor manages it in a simple and unexpected way. Despite his surprise, none of it shows upon his pale features. They are as stark and serene as ever, mouth unsmiling and dark eyes flinty. He has lived too long to allow such things to affect his demeanor in any great way. In truth, he is likely more surprised at his surprise than he actually is at Brynmor. It truly has been ages since anything has taken him unaware. It is immediately obvious upon the other man’s first approach that something has changed. It is there in the confidence of his step and the tilt of his head. And while it’s true he is an easy enough man to find, considering that he is so often either still and silent or far above in the clouds, he would not have thought it would have been so for a blind man (though he is certain Brynmor would have had no difficulty communicating the fact that he wished to speak, even if he could not see him. Hurricane is aware enough of his own kingdom to know when he is needed). He knows little of Brynmor’s past, nor has he felt the need to pry. They all have skeletons in their closets, even Hurricane. He is not so rigid as to believe that precludes a man from being a devoted brother. Of course, neither is he so lax that he would give a man keys to the kingdom until they have proven themselves. He is a hard man and has no compunction about calling another out if he feels it is warranted. But he is also a patient man. He is perfectly content to wait until the die is cast, to see on which side it might fall. In this case, his patience has paid off, though he cannot yet know that. He sees only the difference in Brynmor as he approaches, and he knows something has changed. ”Brynmor.” He greets the other man in his usual, rather brusque manner. His black eyes pass over the man’s graying frame in a brief, assessing study. He might have guessed that the gray stallion wished to tell him that can now see, but that seems too obvious. So instead he hands the reins to Brynmor, allowing him to lead the conversation. ”And what might that be?” There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: With my speechless calm eyes - Hurricane - Brynmor - 12-28-2015 Brynmor "I will see." Even without his sight Brynmor had been able to locate the Tundra’s king before the man’s hooves caused the soft thud of landing on the ground. Other than that there had been the wind that carried the man’s scent. And if his senses wouldn’t have been enough to find Hurricane, he could always have called out to him. Yet none of that all was needed anymore, as he had found the gray king already. "Through your secret." RE: With my speechless calm eyes - Hurricane - Hurricane - 01-02-2016 He had of course known for some time something was off with the male standing before him. Had known that he spoke with an invisible friend (more invisible than what Hurricane’s own gift of invisibility might provide). And while he hadn’t particularly suspected the gray man of acting as spy, he had treated him with the caution he treated any newcomer of the Tundra. That is to say, he provided him with enough rope to either hang himself or make a ladder with which to climb. In truth, had the man actually been spying on the Tundra, Hurricane likely would have noticed. He pays far too close attention to the comings and goings of the kingdom. The Tundra has very few places to hide, nor is it easy to slip in or out unnoticed. Which is likely why the Chamber had felt the need to plant a spy. Ravens are far too obvious. One could spot the birds from a mile away in this landscape, especially if one could fly as well. It is easy enough to avoid the birds. That, perhaps, is why the Chamber might not have noticed how ineffectual planting a spy might be. He has never been one to share sensitive information with a newcomer. Certainly Brynmor as yet has had no chance to gain any information worth sharing. Besides, the Tundra has little to hide. Ultimately however, he is actually glad the younger stallion has come forth with his tale. The thought of a spy within their ranks does not sit well with him, even if he did have the foresight to withhold potentially sensitive information from unproven newcomers. Hurricane fixes a steely gaze upon the graying stallion, remaining silent throughout his confession. He does not respond immediately, lips thinned into a hard line as he studies the other man’s features. Finally, after a long, tense moment, he exhales on a sharp sigh. ”Can I assume then, that this confession means to wish to make your allegiance known? His gaze slips then, flicking briefly to the caves visible in the distance. Were he a vindictive man, he might insist that Brynmor enter the caves today. Alas, he is not, nor has he ever been. If the man speaks true, then he would rather keep him whole and his mind as intact as it could be under the circumstances. The caves were not kind even under the best of circumstances. He would not wish to see the results in a situation like this. Regardless, if he truly wished to stay, he would need to enter them eventually. ”I won’t require you enter the caves now, though the time will come soon enough. Just be sure that when you do enter them, you hold no disloyalty in your heart.” There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: With my speechless calm eyes - Hurricane - Brynmor - 01-04-2016 Brynmor "With my speechless calm eyes." He still clearly remembered the frightened look in Djinni’s eyes, just as his own confusion when he learned that the voice of his friend only existed in his head. He had been around so long – Brynmor didn’t know any better than that his ‘friend’ was around – that it had become something that the gray man didn’t question. The voice was still around and the formerly blind man still hadn’t been able to stop the habit of talking back to him, yet Brynmor only did that when he knew that nobody was around. It was frustrating and irritating and he didn’t like it that he had to admit that Shaytan had been right all along, but he had gotten used to the idea. Next to that it was easy for him to put the blame on Gryffen, who had been the cause he had grown up like that. It was just another thing that added fuel to the fire that now burned in the graying male. "Nothing is coming to rise." RE: With my speechless calm eyes - Hurricane - Hurricane - 01-24-2016 In truth, he is not a kind man. Conversely, neither is he cruel. No, he is a logical man, one who knows intimately the foibles and failings of his fellow equines. He has never been one to hold grudges, nor has he ever considered himself exceedingly unfair. That Brynmor had come forward with this information speaks volumes. Enough to give Hurricane pause. He would give the man as fair of a chance as he gives anyone else. In the end, he would either earn Hurricane’s trust and camaraderie, or he would learn just how hard of a man he is. As Brynmor states his intentions emphatically, Hurricane studies the gray man with a flinty eye. When he has finished, the pale stallion hesitates only a moment before dipping his head in a nod of acceptance. He would take the man’s pledge as he had given it, holding him to his word as proof of his allegiance. In the end, his deeds would show the truth of his words. But there is more, a thought that he cannot let ago until it is fully satisfied. He wonders why the man’s confession comes in conjunction with his newfound ability to see. It is an odd coincidence, to say the least. And so he asks, though his question is spurred far more by curiosity than anything else (even if no hint of that curiosity registers in his tone, his features remaining as impassive as ever). ”Tell me, Brynmor, how did you regain your eyesight?” There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: With my speechless calm eyes - Hurricane - Brynmor - 01-29-2016 Brynmor "With my speechless calm eyes." He had been eager to find Hurricane, eager to tell him the truth, eager to set some things into motion. But now he stands in front of the winged king he realises that things don’t come this easily. It’s not that he can blame Hurricane, after all, he had been send to the Tundra to spy on the kingdom. To inform the Chamber about what’s going on in the Tundra, settling himself in the kingdom while it was still weak. And although Brynmor hates to admit it, he knows he needs to prove himself, just as he knows he needs to be patient. "Nothing is coming to rise." |