Jesper
04-26-2018, 10:12 PM
As soon as keratin soles sink into the gritty terrain of Ischia’s shore, sensitive olfactory sense searches for the mahogany male’s location. Ebony equine remains aware that purple-spotted mare would be close behind him though, he decides to focus on his target. Jesper detects Brennen’s cologne and, quickly adjusts his gait, with a determined intensity, as he tracks the mature steed like a hound. Swift pace carries sleek physique through the dense groundcover, with a lightness only an Arabian-bred equine could possess. Determined strides soon lead ebony stallion to winged bay. Aquamarine gaze softens as he focuses upon his grandsire. Quad pillars slow in motion and, pace settles from a three-beat cadence to a two-beated trot. Poll tosses to direct muzzle skywards before rubbery labrums curve to offer a warm smile. Nose extends to brush wiry whiskers against other male’s and, an exhale of warm air exchanges in greeting. With the pleasantries out of the way, Jesper wastes no time in delivering the details of his and Mosrael’s visit to Sylva.
“I hope things have been smooth on the home front while we were gone. I figured you would want to hear about our venture to Sylva, immediately.” Vocal chords clench here to allow Brennen a chance to process his words and, the ebony equine to catch his breath. In addition, if any urgent reports need to be shared, Jesper drowns out the twittering of the jungle’s feathered friends to listen carefully. Once certain that he has his grandfather’s attention, young male continues. “Mosrael and I were greeted by a young, perlino maiden with navy blue points. She was clearly raised with manners and, an etiquette fit enough to grace royalty. She certainly did not belong and, unfortunately, she had little to offer in the way of Sylvan secrets. Modicum Mortem lurked in the shadows to eavesdrop for a bit and then, emerged only to dismiss us and, escort the young lady away. I believe he called her Lepis. Anyways, I feel we represented Ischia with diplomatic decorum and respect. To be honest, I cannot imagine any Sylvan willingly unveiling their intentions.”
Jesper takes a moment to choose his words carefully as he seeks to pitch his plan with acceptance. “I have given the situation in Sylva quite a bit of thought and, I feel it is in our best interest to infiltrate the land on their terms. I doubt talking pleasantries will gain any more information than sheer force will. I propose – I volunteer to go undercover, a spy if you will, within Morty’s realm. I will have to serve as their prisoner in order to gather anything of use but, I could easily learn of the powers inside the forest and, help to give us the advantage over this evil.” Ceil blue orbs match honey eyes of grandsire as Jesper attempts to gauge male’s subconscious thoughts. He knew there were risks involved. He knew that this was hardly the safest option; however, he also knew this was the best way to learn about the lurking shadows. Onyx stallion attempts to keep his anxiety beneath his taut hide though, the silence following his monologue seems to drag on.
@[Brennen] @[Mosrael]
“I hope things have been smooth on the home front while we were gone. I figured you would want to hear about our venture to Sylva, immediately.” Vocal chords clench here to allow Brennen a chance to process his words and, the ebony equine to catch his breath. In addition, if any urgent reports need to be shared, Jesper drowns out the twittering of the jungle’s feathered friends to listen carefully. Once certain that he has his grandfather’s attention, young male continues. “Mosrael and I were greeted by a young, perlino maiden with navy blue points. She was clearly raised with manners and, an etiquette fit enough to grace royalty. She certainly did not belong and, unfortunately, she had little to offer in the way of Sylvan secrets. Modicum Mortem lurked in the shadows to eavesdrop for a bit and then, emerged only to dismiss us and, escort the young lady away. I believe he called her Lepis. Anyways, I feel we represented Ischia with diplomatic decorum and respect. To be honest, I cannot imagine any Sylvan willingly unveiling their intentions.”
Jesper takes a moment to choose his words carefully as he seeks to pitch his plan with acceptance. “I have given the situation in Sylva quite a bit of thought and, I feel it is in our best interest to infiltrate the land on their terms. I doubt talking pleasantries will gain any more information than sheer force will. I propose – I volunteer to go undercover, a spy if you will, within Morty’s realm. I will have to serve as their prisoner in order to gather anything of use but, I could easily learn of the powers inside the forest and, help to give us the advantage over this evil.” Ceil blue orbs match honey eyes of grandsire as Jesper attempts to gauge male’s subconscious thoughts. He knew there were risks involved. He knew that this was hardly the safest option; however, he also knew this was the best way to learn about the lurking shadows. Onyx stallion attempts to keep his anxiety beneath his taut hide though, the silence following his monologue seems to drag on.
@[Brennen] @[Mosrael]