Jesper
Light blue gaze shifts, from grandsire’s honey orbs, to eye the powder-blue wings of the tri-splashed lady striding towards them. Jesper barely gets the opportunity to admire her poise before a second pair of wings unfurl to deliver another equine close by. Once on solid ground, the mostly mahogany-hued form approaches in an animated trot. The raven steed studies the pair, now and, notes their comfort and confidence in each other’s presence. Jesper only sees a nuzzle of protective reassurance, which seems an entirely warranted interaction, between a leader and, her comrade, during these tense times. Long-lashes close over ice blue eyes when poll dips to offer a respectful greeting. Bronze-tipped acoustics flit between speakers and, when the silence makes way for his smooth voice, ebony equine pipes up. “It is a pleasure, Solace, to be welcomed so warmly. I am Jesper.”
Raven stallion continues to listen and, with Solace’s segue into conversation, he silently hopes that there is room for socializing. At least, if there were, he would feel less awkward about wandering off to find Lavendel and Sabra. Attention returns, from inner musings, to the words of the bay female regarding the Alliance. Jesper had not given much thought to his performance in months. However, her statement, meant to prod Brennen, stings him a bit. He thought he possessed what it takes to succeed on the battlefield. The realization that he actually lacks that something directly struck his pride. Jesper bites his lip and, refrains from betraying any emotion upon his façade. A sense of hope lifts the raven male’s mood as Brennen addresses the females and, mentions his willingness to tend to more than their duties while here. Jet-black steed follows along agreeably as grandsire speaks; his gaze soft, his lobes pricked forward attentively and, his body posture at ease in relaxation.
Raven stallion continues to listen and, with Solace’s segue into conversation, he silently hopes that there is room for socializing. At least, if there were, he would feel less awkward about wandering off to find Lavendel and Sabra. Attention returns, from inner musings, to the words of the bay female regarding the Alliance. Jesper had not given much thought to his performance in months. However, her statement, meant to prod Brennen, stings him a bit. He thought he possessed what it takes to succeed on the battlefield. The realization that he actually lacks that something directly struck his pride. Jesper bites his lip and, refrains from betraying any emotion upon his façade. A sense of hope lifts the raven male’s mood as Brennen addresses the females and, mentions his willingness to tend to more than their duties while here. Jet-black steed follows along agreeably as grandsire speaks; his gaze soft, his lobes pricked forward attentively and, his body posture at ease in relaxation.