04-06-2018, 01:10 PM
There's none so blind as those who will not listen.
In this world, Brynmor is nothing, has nothing. The Reckoning had taken everything he loved away from him. His family, Roan and Igni, his home, the Tundra, and his friends, his brothers, too. But he had lost himself too. He does want to blame the fairies, and their stupid Reckoning, but deep down the graying stallion knows that he only has himself to blame. A truth he still struggles with.
To hear that Beqanna is doing better, able to move on and settle into a new normal, as Brennen phrases it, unsettles him. Selfishly he wanted to hear that Beqanna is like him, struggling to find herself again, but it seems that is something Brynmor faces alone now.
”I noticed” he says, nodding lightly. He is not able to hold Brennen’s gaze, and instead his eyes wander across the riverbank and eyes the forest at the horizon. ”Beqanna is the same, and at the same time she is not.” How the people dealt with that, was something he would have to believe on Brennen’s word. The bay Brother is the first one Brynmor has seen, or spoken to, in years.
Brynmor cannot say that Brennen’s new home sounds appealing. The Tundra is the only real home he has ever known, and to know that it was forever gone still hurts like an open wound. Don’t get him wrong, he is glad that his Brother – perhaps the only one left – has found a new place, but Brynmor’s own heart still longs for the Tundra. And all that it stood for. The Brotherhood.
A Brotherhood Brennen is attempting to bring back. No Tundra, now snow and ice, on a tropical island instead, but nonetheless a Brotherhood. Slowly his ears flick forward, and for the first time in a while life shimmers in his eyes. ”The Brotherhood?” Brynmor is unable to not ask. He has to. It might be the most normal thing to Brennen to bring back the Brotherhood, but to Brynmor it brings hope. That and the desire to belong, to be part of, and help him find purpose.
No, to help him find himself again.
The silence stretches, and with each passing second the air turns more static. Expectations rise and the promise of it excites the graying male. ”Do you have a place for an old friend, among the ranks of your new Brotherhood?”
Brynmor had never been known to beat around the bush.
BRYNMOR