Jesper
04-18-2018, 10:51 PM
Jesper could not feel help but feel hopeful for their trek to Hyaline. He had only heard good things about the sanctuary when the topic made conversation. He was eager to meet Solace and, even more so, keen on having some one-on-one time with his grandsire. He also yearned to see Brennen in action. Sleek ebony steed falls into stride alongside mahogany warrior with a certain flare to his steps. Bronze-tipped lobes process each question thoughtfully before Jesper provides the details of his time spent under Sabra’s reign. Although, he finds disappointment in having a rather large opportunity ripped out from under him, the stallion refrains from lacing his words with a tone of disdain. He certainly did not agree with Morty’s way of life; however, he had already sworn not to passively stand-by and watch.
Before long, ceil blue gaze shifts to focus on the lush and pristine scene of Hyaline. The tall, conical mountain stands protectively over the pool of liquid crystal. Quad limbs display an animated walk as pair navigates towards the water’s edge. Nearly speechless from awe, Jesper hears Brennen’s question with a delay. He offers a hushed, “This is my first visit,” before he extends his own whiskered muzzle to the lake to sip from its cool waters. After a few swallows, untouched poll lifts and, aquamarine orbs survey the valley carefully. Salmon-lined nasal caverns also flare to accept the delicate fragrances, which travel his way on the gentle, autumn breeze. Among the many unfamiliar scents, Jesper detects the known perfumes of two women. Crest arches with anticipation as steed shuffles anxiously in place. They are alive and, safe. Lavendel and Sabra are here! Fleeting glance is cast back towards composed male before ebony equine settles himself with a deep inhale and, long exhale. He dare not put his personal agenda before their diplomatic task; however, he would stay behind, if need be, to ensure a proper hello – and goodbye – with the ladies.
Before long, ceil blue gaze shifts to focus on the lush and pristine scene of Hyaline. The tall, conical mountain stands protectively over the pool of liquid crystal. Quad limbs display an animated walk as pair navigates towards the water’s edge. Nearly speechless from awe, Jesper hears Brennen’s question with a delay. He offers a hushed, “This is my first visit,” before he extends his own whiskered muzzle to the lake to sip from its cool waters. After a few swallows, untouched poll lifts and, aquamarine orbs survey the valley carefully. Salmon-lined nasal caverns also flare to accept the delicate fragrances, which travel his way on the gentle, autumn breeze. Among the many unfamiliar scents, Jesper detects the known perfumes of two women. Crest arches with anticipation as steed shuffles anxiously in place. They are alive and, safe. Lavendel and Sabra are here! Fleeting glance is cast back towards composed male before ebony equine settles himself with a deep inhale and, long exhale. He dare not put his personal agenda before their diplomatic task; however, he would stay behind, if need be, to ensure a proper hello – and goodbye – with the ladies.