06-21-2018, 07:05 AM
Belgaer
Home had been a loose concept of late. Duty had kept him away more often then not, making it nearly impossible for him to find the time to enjoy the quiet peace of his beloved island. It was refreshing for him when he did have the opportunity to steal away a few moments of serenity, lost within the comforting fold of the tropical flora. The island was comfortingly unchanged, it’s roots and trees and sandy beaches all felt the same and, yet, so much appeared different. There was an energy that pulsed around him, an urgency to discern friend from foe. Somehow, the difference had gotten themselves confused and names he had once trusted had turned themselves to darkness, associating themselves with the very darkness he fought against.
His time beside Jesper had been short but revealing nonetheless. Astarael and Drax had both been briefly mentioned, stirring up question after question as Belgaer attempted to understand that role she played in the never-ending drama. Jesper was his nephew, her’s as well, and a fellow Kraken. Belgaer had a sworn duty to stand beside him and safeguard their values. Even so, he longed for an understanding of the things his mind refused to accept.
Breaking through the thinning underbrush, the coppered black stallion strode purposefully toward the son of Brennen. Jesper’s soft whinnied greeting elicited a smile from Belgaer’s hard lined lips.
Jesper! The chestnut greeted warmly, touching his nose to his Brother’s shoulder. You are looking well.
The once beaten and bruised stallion had come a long way from the barely conscious creature he had stumbled upon beside the river. Slowly Jesper was regaining his strength and Belgaer could see a light returning to the depths of his eyes. It was encouraging to witness and he was glad to have played a part, however small, in his retrieval.
His time beside Jesper had been short but revealing nonetheless. Astarael and Drax had both been briefly mentioned, stirring up question after question as Belgaer attempted to understand that role she played in the never-ending drama. Jesper was his nephew, her’s as well, and a fellow Kraken. Belgaer had a sworn duty to stand beside him and safeguard their values. Even so, he longed for an understanding of the things his mind refused to accept.
Breaking through the thinning underbrush, the coppered black stallion strode purposefully toward the son of Brennen. Jesper’s soft whinnied greeting elicited a smile from Belgaer’s hard lined lips.
Jesper! The chestnut greeted warmly, touching his nose to his Brother’s shoulder. You are looking well.
The once beaten and bruised stallion had come a long way from the barely conscious creature he had stumbled upon beside the river. Slowly Jesper was regaining his strength and Belgaer could see a light returning to the depths of his eyes. It was encouraging to witness and he was glad to have played a part, however small, in his retrieval.
The Prodigal Son
@[Jesper]