Jesper
04-26-2018, 09:20 PM
Ceil blue gaze studies the buttermilk filly as she moves to locate the clown. She pauses and, looks back to the Ischian duo before making another offer. Ebony equine flares nostrils to draw in more crisp oxygen until rib cage expands then, male exhales a defeated sigh. Yeah, we already tried that. Poll tosses casually to flip bronze-streaked tresses out of line of sight. At this moment, aquamarine gaze catches a shimmer of red followed by the slinking darkness as Morty approaches. Tufted lobes note how odd his monotone words sound with a sneer on his lips before they flatten to his elevated poll. Although his body language suggests his disgust for the Sylvan King, Jesper’s timing syncs with Mosrael’s steps forward. Gaze hardens as the onyx stallion continues to watch the pony and the filly though, his thoughts are entirely directed at the violet spotted warrior. What makes you think I need you to defend me?
Irritated thoughts are pushed aside as her amber orbs meet his and, her words usher them back towards home. Poll dips in a brief nod before weight shifts onto haunches and, forehand pivots around hindlimbs. Once facing opposite of where they were standing, muscular hindquarters engage to push male into motion. Limbs churn the stiffening ground in a bouncy jog before chassis launches into a rocking canter. Lithe Anglo-Arabian form navigates the short distance to the Sylvan border with ease before unshod hooves drum upon the craggy foothills of Loess. The duo soon reach the banks of the River and, cross the shallowest portion to position themselves towards the sandbars of the island. Jesper travels in silence and, instead, focuses on reaching the sandy shores of Brennen’s domain. He would then, make haste to find his grandfather and, relay the details of their journey.