Jesper
03-15-2018, 11:42 AM
Ceil blue gaze watches the map of Beqanna disappear and, in the very middle, appears a grieving figure. Immediately, the ebony steed feels his cardiac muscle flutter with despair. He yearns to help her and, when the Goddess reveals their next task, he steps forward. Limbs shuffle in a slow pace so as not to overwhelm her. Poll drops and lobes fall to half-mast as Jesper attempts to portray as unimposing of an image as possible. He knew that body language is just as loud as words and, he hopes to emit a comforting presence. As he steps before her, muzzle lowers to the earth. Hushed words slip through parted maw as he introduces himself. “For what you have endured, I offer my condolences. Your story pulls at my heart and, mists my eyes. I, Jesper, offer you my support.” Stepping forwards he positions himself so he is parallel to her, but facing the opposite direction. He then, pivots and, moves until he is side-by-side with the woman.
He presses his warm physique against her rocking form and, his rubbery labrums to her nape. He permits her weight to rest against him as much as she desired. Warm whuffs of air exhale into her pelt before he speaks again. “I am right here. I know that no words can truly ease your pain. Just know, that I wish to share your burden and, alleviate your sorrow.” He pauses for a moment and then, softly utters, “I may not have wings but, please, grant me permission to carry you.” With these words, limbs slowly fold under chassis until he is lying down alongside the lady. He lowers his body in order to shim beneath her weight. He slowly pulls his mass to the side so that he maneuvers under her frail form. Once she rests upon his back, he heaves himself back to his solid hooves. He stands now, having lifted her off of the ground entirely. He swings his muzzle back to tenderly bump her cheek and, allows the remaining tears to absorb into his soft flesh.
“There, there, my dear. Now, we have each other. I promise to hold you up and, always, keep you close.”
OOC: The chordae-tendonae are also known as the heart strings. <3
He presses his warm physique against her rocking form and, his rubbery labrums to her nape. He permits her weight to rest against him as much as she desired. Warm whuffs of air exhale into her pelt before he speaks again. “I am right here. I know that no words can truly ease your pain. Just know, that I wish to share your burden and, alleviate your sorrow.” He pauses for a moment and then, softly utters, “I may not have wings but, please, grant me permission to carry you.” With these words, limbs slowly fold under chassis until he is lying down alongside the lady. He lowers his body in order to shim beneath her weight. He slowly pulls his mass to the side so that he maneuvers under her frail form. Once she rests upon his back, he heaves himself back to his solid hooves. He stands now, having lifted her off of the ground entirely. He swings his muzzle back to tenderly bump her cheek and, allows the remaining tears to absorb into his soft flesh.
“There, there, my dear. Now, we have each other. I promise to hold you up and, always, keep you close.”
OOC: The chordae-tendonae are also known as the heart strings. <3