"With my speechless calm eyes."
Just like her he had been offered a home in the Tundra. And just like her he hadn’t been the most logical one to approach. After all, what good could a blind stallion do? But Hurricane had invited him nonetheless and it was the same when it came to Oona. He wouldn’t say she was strange or odd, but her quiet and stern way do make her stand out. Yet Brynmor knows best that underneath the surface could be a whole other horse. And he was curious to get to know that Oona that was hidden underneath there.
The smile upon is lips widens as she repeats him, and she makes it sound like the realisations settles in. Home, they were home. It is when they continue their way deeper into the Tundra’s territory that Oona asks him a question, asking about how he had joined the icy kingdom. He glances sidewards, keeping silent for a moment, before looking in the distance again. ”My story isn’t the prettiest one.” His voice displays his mixed feelings and he roughly shakes his head before offering her a smile. ”But it isn’t a secret.
He doesn’t start right away, silently debating how he should start his story. He wanted to express his gratitude towards Hurricane and how the Tundra took an incompetent looking male in, but without throwing a shadow over his past and intentions. ”Hurricane, our king, found me in the field. Back then I was blind, I was born blind, but in some miraculous way my sight was restored by a genie. But even though I couldn’t see, Hurricane offered me a place among the brothers in the brotherhood. He gave me a home, a purpose, where others wouldn’t have me and even kicked me out.” That is how Brynmor shares his story with her, or at least, a part of the story. He would answer any other questions, if she would have them, but it wasn’t quite the time to share the whole story with anybody but Hurricane himself.
"Nothing is coming to rise."