02-06-2017, 12:57 AM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
The honorary title drops off his tongue without thought, though he would be interested in her avid response, if it was obvious. To him, it is simply the correct address; he comes from a time and a people when it was more common and sometimes necessary. The title itself does not confer the respect some might think; that must be earned from him. But a little courtesy never hurts anyone. He smiles blithely through her scrutiny, unconcerned, and flicks ears forward to catch her words.
The smile lingers through his name and then fades, something else flashing in his honey-brown eyes when she says ‘You were in the Brotherhood once’; he pauses a moment but then words flow from him almost unbidden, that dark loss deep in his gaze, undeniable. “I was always in the Brotherhood. I am here because there is no more Brotherhood.” He doesn’t want to do any of this under false pretenses – he will not have her thinking that he would be here if there was still a Tundra or a Brotherhood to go home to. Nayl might not want to be second choice, but surely as a woman who has lost her own Jungle, she will understand at least some of what lurks in the dark of his silence.
When she lightens, Brennen allows himself to slide back into congeniality, his half-smile returning to his face, the darkness pushed to the very back of his being for later contemplation. He listens to what she says and what she doesn’t say, and wonders where the other stallions have gone. Kicked out for lack of usefulness, or gone on their way willingly? When he leaves, for a part of thinks that outcome will someday (maybe a long time from now, but someday) be inevitable, how will he depart? Contemplating these things, listening to her words, he doesn’t speak again until she addresses him with a direct question. Then, the smile remains but takes on a slightly predatory edge, just a hint of the Brennen who is dangerous. “I’m a warrior.” he states it plainly, shifting and mantling his wings a little, the black feathers nearly shimmering in the way the light hits them as he carefully folds each one. “I have been a warrior, and advisor, a father, and a grandfather in the Tundra. What do you see me doing for Nerine, Nayl?”
The smile lingers through his name and then fades, something else flashing in his honey-brown eyes when she says ‘You were in the Brotherhood once’; he pauses a moment but then words flow from him almost unbidden, that dark loss deep in his gaze, undeniable. “I was always in the Brotherhood. I am here because there is no more Brotherhood.” He doesn’t want to do any of this under false pretenses – he will not have her thinking that he would be here if there was still a Tundra or a Brotherhood to go home to. Nayl might not want to be second choice, but surely as a woman who has lost her own Jungle, she will understand at least some of what lurks in the dark of his silence.
When she lightens, Brennen allows himself to slide back into congeniality, his half-smile returning to his face, the darkness pushed to the very back of his being for later contemplation. He listens to what she says and what she doesn’t say, and wonders where the other stallions have gone. Kicked out for lack of usefulness, or gone on their way willingly? When he leaves, for a part of thinks that outcome will someday (maybe a long time from now, but someday) be inevitable, how will he depart? Contemplating these things, listening to her words, he doesn’t speak again until she addresses him with a direct question. Then, the smile remains but takes on a slightly predatory edge, just a hint of the Brennen who is dangerous. “I’m a warrior.” he states it plainly, shifting and mantling his wings a little, the black feathers nearly shimmering in the way the light hits them as he carefully folds each one. “I have been a warrior, and advisor, a father, and a grandfather in the Tundra. What do you see me doing for Nerine, Nayl?”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN