08-07-2016, 01:47 PM
With my speechless calm eyes,
nothing is coming to rise.
Over the years he had seen quite a lot of things. He cannot say that he’s that easily surprised, but the rain of stars isn’t something he had come across before. He could see it from a distance, yet that isn’t necessary the thing that scares him. The fact that he stars had fallen – and created some strange effect on the border – while the sky was packed with clouds that promised snow caused him to worry. With the recent developments, changes and warnings it was only logical for the graying male to think of an attack, right?
So he hurries towards the wall and the one entrance that it has. He’s bound to travel by foot, trotting as fast as his short legs were comfortable with, and secretly Brynmor is regretting it that he has lost his wings. With the disappearance of magic he had been stripped from his kingdom granted wings, but it wasn’t only that. His scar, the sign of his initiation, had disappeared too. Oh, he had carried it with pride, and he would love to see it back on his chest again. It had become a part of him and now it was gone.
The child that he finds at the border, barely passed through the gate, wasn’t the thing that the blue eyed lord had expected to find. The boy is tall for his age, his small body already showing that he would grow up to be tall. Much taller than Brynmor himself, and maybe he would even rival Offspring’s height, but that was something only time could tell. ”Hello there, child. What’s your name?” His head dips a little and his movements slow, not wanting to scare the colt. He glances through the gate, eyes searing for a dark spot against the snow, as they didn’t find an unknown child alone at their border on a daily base.
BRYNMOR