I could help myself to something
It doesn’t take long for him to be approached. The first horse he recognises - Brynmor, the stallion who convinced him to try the Tundra - and Corin smiles widely before remembering that the horse cannot see his expression. He opens his mouth to speak, but another horse approaches, a roan mare, and she is quickly followed by another stallion. Corin shuffles slightly, shifting forwards an inch or two before he introduces himself to the two strangers.
“Brynmor, it is nice to see you again. Roan, Hurricane; it is nice to meet you both. My name is Corin,” and suddenly, he almost feels as if he is home, as if this frozen land with ice walls has completed something within him that he didn’t know wasn’t whole. He doesn’t recognise any of the names, not even that of the stallion who is now his king. But he is young and new and surely they can let this slip, just once.
The mare is intriguing to look at, and Corin finds it hard to keep his eyes off her; funny, given that she is blind. He isn’t sure why - perhaps it is because the striped stallion has never had much luck with the ladies, and though she may not be conventionally pretty (just as Corin is not conventionally handsome), she still has some presence that he is drawn to. He doesn’t understand her role here, in the kingdom of brothers, but he finds himself hoping she will stay around for a while.
He turns to the two stallions, smiling at Hurricane (who can actually see him). “So, what should I do first? If I’m to stay here, I want to serve the Tundra as best I can.” He doesn’t have a clue how kingdom life works, despite both his parents having stayed in different kingdoms throughout their lives. But he’s keen to learn.
He’s keen for his life to start.
Like a little bit of revelation
