great clouds rolling over the hills
and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel
He wouldn’t necessarily need to posture at all to threaten. Here in the Tundra, more than anywhere, he fearsome powers at his disposal. He could spear one or both of them with shards of ice with a thought, and never twitch. He wouldn’t…but he could. Perhaps in a different time, the warrior would have done it anyway just to send a message, but it seems that for now the quiet of the Tundra is enough to keep the outside world wondering without a show of tangible strength. It wasn’t as if any of Brennen’s abilities were secret – he used them frequently enough in battle that someone knew – but he wasn’t going to flaunt them. Not right now.
The black stallion flicks a glance to his arriving brother, a faint smile on his face, before turning back to the visitors. Chamberlings, apparently. That makes him warier – his expression does not change, but his mind is more cautious. Of all of the Kingdoms, the Chamber is one he is less familiar with. They speak, and he listens. “The pleasure is ours, I’m sure,” he says when they’ve finished. “As it happens, we’ve a new King too. Well,” he chuckles, laughing stretching all the way to his eyes, “A new-old King. Errant has returned to our throne.” But the laugh doesn’t last long, because thoughts of Mountain are particularly unpleasant. The world should know the Tundra polices its own. “The Brotherhood didn’t appreciate being ruled by a madman. Though if you see Mountain around, a heads-up wouldn’t be unappreciated. We’d like to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t become someone else’s problem.”
That’s not entirely true. Brennen isn’t altogether sure Mountain will make it out of the Tundra alive – and they don’t care where he goes if he does. But they also don’t want him to stir up trouble; if he starts making a fuss somewhere else Brennen might just take care of the problem himself. He’s not usually up for murder, but, well…there are circumstances. He realizes he’s frowning, intensely, and purposefully lightens his expression with another glance towards Crito. “Other than that we’re the same as always, I suppose,” he waits to see if the more diplomatic Brother will add anything.