"With my speechless calm eyes."
All she had to do was ask, nothing more and nothing less. He himself would turn her down – he wouldn’t make the same mistake again – but he would guide her to one of the other brothers. The more children the better and Brynmor couldn’t wait to see all the younglings play together. In his opinion the Tundra was a great place to grow up in, and he couldn’t wait until he and Roan had a child of their own around. Sure he had Henson, and although he loved the appaloosa boy, it wasn’t the same. He didn’t love Anahera, not in the same way his heart beat for Roan.
He hears her call. His head rises and his ears tip, before offering an apologetic smile to Roan. Not that she could see it. Instead he brushes his muzzle across her cheek, saying goodbye in own way and at the same time a silent promise he would be back.
He finds G’ren not long after. Her dark coat had started to get lighter, he guessed that she soon would be just as gray as he was and eventually would turn white. Brynmor offers her a smile and a slight dip of the head, silently studying. ”It’s good to see you again, G’ren” he then greets her. She had changed, now able to withstand the Tundra’s cold, and a couple of years wiser since they had met.
”Is there something I can do for you? Of did you just want some company?” She had called him, after all. Not that he minded. He was a councelor of the Tundra and she belonged to the Tundra’s habitants. Even though mares couldn’t hold a rank, she still had found her place in the icy Tundra and therefor she was just as important as anybody else.
"Nothing is coming to rise."