04-27-2018, 06:30 AM
Back upon Ischia, Mosrael lingered in the rear protectively. Jesper walked in silence, his mind tossing over the events of their failed diplomatic venture. He seemed unduly troubled by the events that had taken place and the familiarity shared between him and the clown nosed stallion had not gone unnoticed. Mosrael had experience under her belt and she knew when there was a story lurking just below the surface. There had been many opportunities stretched between them for her to confront him on the matter, but, instead, she opted to remain silent.
Once upon the island, Jesper wasted no time in calling out to her father. The stallion soon appeared overhead, landing before them anxious to hear the fruits of their diplomacy. Only, there was none to offer. Mosrael listened intently as the ebony clad stallion explained the situation in great detail. It was only as he finished that Mos stepped forward and pressed her nose against her father's in an affectionate greeting.
"Father," she whispered softly. "How is mama and my new sister?"
Like many of the autumns that had come and gone before, it was safe to assume that the newly dubbed queen would be with child once again. As always, Mosrael's concern for her mother had followed her to Sylva. She knew the trials of child bearing and the risks of the imminent delivery.
Turning her mind back towards the debrief she decided to fill in any empty spots as well as address Jesper's suggestion.
"I do not believe this new king to be worthy of our trust," she offered bluntly. "He showed no interest in our presence there and only addressed briefly. Jesper, I do not think this mission of yours to be wise. This Mortem king seemed to know you and he would, undoubtedly, know you to be a spy."
Jesper's life was not worth the risk. Though the lavender freckled mare knew very little of this new member, he was family and she was sworn to protect those whose blood she shared.
"As for the filly, Lepis," an unease filled her at the memory of the pearl colored filly. "I do believe her to be some sort of captive. Perhaps we can perform a steal in an attempt to retrieve her?"
The suggestion was one that had been boiling inside of Mosrael since they'd left the autumnal kingdom. Though she would have happily performed the steal then, she knew the decision lied with her father. Without his approval she could not go forth with her plan in solid conscious. Patiently, she awaited his reply...
Once upon the island, Jesper wasted no time in calling out to her father. The stallion soon appeared overhead, landing before them anxious to hear the fruits of their diplomacy. Only, there was none to offer. Mosrael listened intently as the ebony clad stallion explained the situation in great detail. It was only as he finished that Mos stepped forward and pressed her nose against her father's in an affectionate greeting.
"Father," she whispered softly. "How is mama and my new sister?"
Like many of the autumns that had come and gone before, it was safe to assume that the newly dubbed queen would be with child once again. As always, Mosrael's concern for her mother had followed her to Sylva. She knew the trials of child bearing and the risks of the imminent delivery.
Turning her mind back towards the debrief she decided to fill in any empty spots as well as address Jesper's suggestion.
"I do not believe this new king to be worthy of our trust," she offered bluntly. "He showed no interest in our presence there and only addressed briefly. Jesper, I do not think this mission of yours to be wise. This Mortem king seemed to know you and he would, undoubtedly, know you to be a spy."
Jesper's life was not worth the risk. Though the lavender freckled mare knew very little of this new member, he was family and she was sworn to protect those whose blood she shared.
"As for the filly, Lepis," an unease filled her at the memory of the pearl colored filly. "I do believe her to be some sort of captive. Perhaps we can perform a steal in an attempt to retrieve her?"
The suggestion was one that had been boiling inside of Mosrael since they'd left the autumnal kingdom. Though she would have happily performed the steal then, she knew the decision lied with her father. Without his approval she could not go forth with her plan in solid conscious. Patiently, she awaited his reply...