Jesper
08-26-2019, 05:39 PM
Jesper could do nothing except wait. Her prelude is innocent enough though, the black wonders why she came to him and, not Heartfire. Her gold pelt bears the distinct must of moss and redwood that characterizes Taiga. Both Jesper and Eyas answer to Nerine. Thus, the black feels skeptical about the information the winged lady possesses. Is it truly diplomatic or, is it more personal? His bronze-tipped ears flick back and forth while his pale blue gaze fixates on her dark-rimmed lips, waiting for them to move with her next words. Without realizing it, Jesper stops breathing. He cannot wait for her to share what she knows and yet, a part of him worries about what she has to say.
He is waiting so heavily on her to speak that Jesper nearly bursts when she does. He releases the breath that he had been holding and, catches himself leaning towards her in earnest. He leans back just as another equine flickers into focus beside her. Its pelt is a beautiful shade of blue and, it, also, carries a pair of wings. Jesper blinks a time or two but the equine remains. He is not imagining it. While he believes what he is seeing is truly there, he remains unfamiliar with this type of Beqanna magic. Never mind that! Jesper reminds himself and, refocuses upon the lady.
As his light blue gaze meets her deep black pools, the male is overcome by a new sensation. Despite there being quite a bit of space between them, Jesper can feel an energy infiltrating his mind. He presumes it belongs to Eyas. He wants to back away. He wants to avoid whatever plans she has for him but, then she speaks. Her tone is steady and, laced with warning as she mentions Sabrina. She goes on to say "You have a son," and, at that very moment, Jesper cannot process the rest of the sentence. He shakes his head and repeats the line, over and over. He blinks a few times in rapid succession and then, his mandible pulls away from his maxilla. The stallion stands there, mouth agape for what seems like ages.
Then, her voice breaks his stagnant thought process. She relays that his son has a sister. And, that he calls Sylva home. Jesper is dumbfounded. Speechless. If he could, he would ask her how she knows this. Her words stirred up so many questions. He just couldn't put them together. Closing his agape maw, the black makes an effort to look clearly at the winged mare. The apparition is gone and, Eyas, the poor dear, appears so drained. He could not ask any more of her. It is awfully generous of her to make the trek to him to deliver this information. Besides, he could not think straight now. Who could?
His mind keeps flicking back and forth between doubt and shock. She spoke of the boy in the present which could only mean that Juice, and his twin, were born to Lavendel. Yet, Eyas made no mention of his first love. Jesper searched high and low for the dunskin splash mare. For days, he patrolled Sylva's border. He called her name until his voice was hoarse. There had been no sign of her. There still was no sign of her. Jesper catches himself getting lost in his inner monologue and, shakes his head violently. Bronze-streaked tresses fly and snap against his muscular nape until, at last, the black stands still once more. A wave of shock causes his patellas to buckle and, for a moment, both front limbs quiver and, appear as though they might give out.
They don't. Jesper remains upright on all fours and, finally, gazes clearly upon Eyas. He swallows the largest lump ever to build in his throat and, opens his maw though, this time, words pass through. "Eyas, I am not sure how to thank you. For everything." The black finds a disconnect between his thoughts and his vocal chords so, his speech is choppy; his tone wavers. "I recognize you are exhausted. You are welcome to stay until you are strong enough to return home. I offer my den for shelter, as well." Before his mind wanders off to process what to do with the information she delivered, Jesper feels the need to say one more thing. "I imagine this information comes with a price. What do I owe you Eyas?"
He is waiting so heavily on her to speak that Jesper nearly bursts when she does. He releases the breath that he had been holding and, catches himself leaning towards her in earnest. He leans back just as another equine flickers into focus beside her. Its pelt is a beautiful shade of blue and, it, also, carries a pair of wings. Jesper blinks a time or two but the equine remains. He is not imagining it. While he believes what he is seeing is truly there, he remains unfamiliar with this type of Beqanna magic. Never mind that! Jesper reminds himself and, refocuses upon the lady.
As his light blue gaze meets her deep black pools, the male is overcome by a new sensation. Despite there being quite a bit of space between them, Jesper can feel an energy infiltrating his mind. He presumes it belongs to Eyas. He wants to back away. He wants to avoid whatever plans she has for him but, then she speaks. Her tone is steady and, laced with warning as she mentions Sabrina. She goes on to say "You have a son," and, at that very moment, Jesper cannot process the rest of the sentence. He shakes his head and repeats the line, over and over. He blinks a few times in rapid succession and then, his mandible pulls away from his maxilla. The stallion stands there, mouth agape for what seems like ages.
Then, her voice breaks his stagnant thought process. She relays that his son has a sister. And, that he calls Sylva home. Jesper is dumbfounded. Speechless. If he could, he would ask her how she knows this. Her words stirred up so many questions. He just couldn't put them together. Closing his agape maw, the black makes an effort to look clearly at the winged mare. The apparition is gone and, Eyas, the poor dear, appears so drained. He could not ask any more of her. It is awfully generous of her to make the trek to him to deliver this information. Besides, he could not think straight now. Who could?
His mind keeps flicking back and forth between doubt and shock. She spoke of the boy in the present which could only mean that Juice, and his twin, were born to Lavendel. Yet, Eyas made no mention of his first love. Jesper searched high and low for the dunskin splash mare. For days, he patrolled Sylva's border. He called her name until his voice was hoarse. There had been no sign of her. There still was no sign of her. Jesper catches himself getting lost in his inner monologue and, shakes his head violently. Bronze-streaked tresses fly and snap against his muscular nape until, at last, the black stands still once more. A wave of shock causes his patellas to buckle and, for a moment, both front limbs quiver and, appear as though they might give out.
They don't. Jesper remains upright on all fours and, finally, gazes clearly upon Eyas. He swallows the largest lump ever to build in his throat and, opens his maw though, this time, words pass through. "Eyas, I am not sure how to thank you. For everything." The black finds a disconnect between his thoughts and his vocal chords so, his speech is choppy; his tone wavers. "I recognize you are exhausted. You are welcome to stay until you are strong enough to return home. I offer my den for shelter, as well." Before his mind wanders off to process what to do with the information she delivered, Jesper feels the need to say one more thing. "I imagine this information comes with a price. What do I owe you Eyas?"
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