"I will see."
Her sudden burst of joy is something he cannot understand. As he snorts loudly Brynmor’s ears turn towards his neck. ’She’s making fun of you’ his buddy simply states. ”I know, goddamnit.” It adds only more fuel to the fire and his lip pulls up a little as a rumbling sound comes from deep within his throat. Not that it made him look threatening. His gaze was unfocussed, his form still lanky and unmuscular. It would take another few years before his body would’ve reached the bulky form that came with his linage. He listens to her and relaxes slightly when the sound dies down, but only to tense up in anger as she starts giggling again. ”What’s so funny?” he cannot help but to sneer, all though it sounds a little pathetic coming from his mouth.
He holds his head high and his ears haven’t left their turned back position yet. It limits his abilities to study her and her reactions, but his unamused state overpowers his other needs. She says it is her tree and Bryn wonders why someone would want to own a burning tree. Sure, it seemed miraculous and magical – why else didn’t it burn down – but the use of it was beyond understanding. ’That one is nuts, really, just look at her. Who the fuck owns a fucking tree!’ The voice blasts, and the greying male can only agree with that.
Anger rises once again as she names his kidnapper. ”I’m not” he replies coldly. ”Just because he dumped me in that godforsaken hole and left me all by myself doesn’t mean he owns me.” ’Just let her talk her rubbish, she doesn’t know better. But we do, he doesn’t own you, I tell you.’ Hearing those comforting words Brynmor calms down a little, even relaxing his ears as he uses them to make out his environment again. It was all because of Gryffen that he had turned out like this, all bitter and lonely. If the pale male hadn’t dumped him in one of the Chamber’s secluded corners who knows what might had become of him.
"Through your secret."