"With my speechless calm eyes."
The glimpse of recognition isn’t hard to miss, but the blood bay stallion doesn’t seem to be too ecstatic about his presence. But if it was because of the tension from their prior or simply because he wanted to bring the former princess to the Chamber, he didn’t know. But right now Xiah mattered, and not his relationship with this allied stallion. The gray male notices the movements of her lips, reading his soundless name, and Brynmor can only appreciate it that she knows him, or knows of him.
His smile falters a little as he sees her change. It almost looks like that her emotion gets the better hand, with her ears twisting back and the tension that has taken over her muscles. And if that wasn’t clear enough, her words were. Brynmor watches her silently, not affected by her swinging horn or biting words, only trying to offer her a neutral gaze. His ears twist back a little, but they are far from flat.
Before he can answer her, Nymphetamine speaks up, fuelling her emotion, and it is almost like he is challenging the formerly blind man. Brynmor’s gaze meets Nymphetamine’s for a short second, before he looks back at Xiah again. ”A home” he simply answers. He let the silence drag on as he pauses, before his lips curl a little in a smile. ”And what you would want to offer, that is entirely up to you. When Hurricane first brought me to the Tundra I was blind, but nonetheless I was able to contribute in my own way, if I could, why can’t you?”
There would always be a place and purpose if you truly wanted. And what once had been home, should always stay home, if you wanted to that was. That is what Brynmor wants her to know. They would welcome her back, but the choice was hers. She could go and join their ally the Chamber, or stick to her old home like his lover Roan had chosen. After all, home was home.
"Nothing is coming to rise."