11-29-2015, 12:17 PM
He had never considered that flat land might be more difficult for a blind man to navigate. Having never been blind, he is sure there are many things he does not know. No doubt this is not the last time he will make such a misstep. He speaks his mind too openly and blatantly not to.
The man’s words make sense however, and Hurricane gives a slight nod, though the other man cannot see it. It is true that the landscape in the Tundra is inordinately flat (though at least it is not the eternally shifting sands of the desert nor the constantly changing foliage of the Jungle), but he believes there should be enough landmarks to give their newest member at least some idea of where he is and which way he needs to go.
The caves and the hills surrounding them are as good of a place as any to start. As the heart of the kingdom, he would need to know where they are at any rate.
The gray stallion is speaking again, drawing Hurricane’s attention back to him as he asks where he might find water. While it is true that most of the year the only river to be found is frozen, they are never lacking in water. It simply takes the form of snow. The man’s question causes Hurricane to snort with faint amusement, though he’s not sure Brynmor would appreciate his humor.
”Snow. There’s more than enough to go around.”
Perhaps fortunately, the blind man would not have to risk either ice or water. Brynmor’s next question brings his attention back to the caves, the source of his previous distraction. He remembers quite clearly his time in the caves. It is never a pleasant experience, regardless of who you are.
”They house the kingdom’s magic. It is where our scars come from. But in order to earn our scars, we must first face our demons. That is what the caves do. Show us our demons.”
It is not something to be taken lightly, and not something one would want to face unprepared. They are designed to test the Brotherhoods loyalty to the Tundra and could be incredibly dangerous to outsiders or the disloyal.
The man’s words make sense however, and Hurricane gives a slight nod, though the other man cannot see it. It is true that the landscape in the Tundra is inordinately flat (though at least it is not the eternally shifting sands of the desert nor the constantly changing foliage of the Jungle), but he believes there should be enough landmarks to give their newest member at least some idea of where he is and which way he needs to go.
The caves and the hills surrounding them are as good of a place as any to start. As the heart of the kingdom, he would need to know where they are at any rate.
The gray stallion is speaking again, drawing Hurricane’s attention back to him as he asks where he might find water. While it is true that most of the year the only river to be found is frozen, they are never lacking in water. It simply takes the form of snow. The man’s question causes Hurricane to snort with faint amusement, though he’s not sure Brynmor would appreciate his humor.
”Snow. There’s more than enough to go around.”
Perhaps fortunately, the blind man would not have to risk either ice or water. Brynmor’s next question brings his attention back to the caves, the source of his previous distraction. He remembers quite clearly his time in the caves. It is never a pleasant experience, regardless of who you are.
”They house the kingdom’s magic. It is where our scars come from. But in order to earn our scars, we must first face our demons. That is what the caves do. Show us our demons.”
It is not something to be taken lightly, and not something one would want to face unprepared. They are designed to test the Brotherhoods loyalty to the Tundra and could be incredibly dangerous to outsiders or the disloyal.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
