Getting Acquainted [Morty, any]

[Jesper]

Although he has only been here a few days, the onyx stallion feels as though he belongs. The army of walnut, beech, and hickory trees, offer protection. The fiery canopy may keep out the daystar; however, raven pelt reflects a golden glow cast from the hues of the foliage. Of course, with winter upon Beqanna, the day was shorter and darker. Jesper steps lightly upon the stiff terrain as he begins to explore Sylva. Leanly muscled haunches push limbs forward in an easy walk while ebony tendrils cascade passively down to rear fetlocks. Level topline slopes into round barrel and peaks at narrow withers. Elegantly, arched neck positions poll above withers with sable mane draped over gently sloping shoulder. Steady pace continues until Jesper draws alongside a massive boulder. Unshod hooves align as limbs cease motion and bronc draws to a halt to its left. Pivoting to his right, he backs up until rump is against the cold, hard stone. Male shifts weight from left to right and then, back again, as he sates an impromptu itch. Long-lashed lids close over light blue eyes while Jesper leans into the structure. Tufted lobes remain alert atop poll, swiveling with near-radar intelligence.

@[Modicum Mortem]