Jesper
03-17-2018, 09:33 AM
Since pledging Sylva, the ebony equine had yet to return to the tangle of trees he had called home for his first couple of years. Today, Arabian-type stallion returns with a confidence he lacked the last time he strolled over these pine-needle strewn paths. Poll carries tapered muzzle slightly aloft to permit sensitive nasal passages to filter through the familiar and, novel scents. Winter always brought about a dampness that clung to every bit of foliage and rock. Pine mingles with maple and oak among the raw moisture that hovers over the stiff earth. Unshod keratin easily navigates the Forest trails as soles drum lightly upon the ground. Casual stride quickens in excitement as ceil blue orbs recognize the assortment of trees, boulders, and caverns, before him. Nares widen to inhale the lingering comfort of his old stomping grounds as pace slows and, limbs align in a halt.
He really had come a long way since that fateful day his dream led him to his grandfather. He put his skills to the test on the battlefield and, his intelligence to the test with the Beqanna Games. However, he remains aware that Beqanna held so much history and, many secrets. He doubts that, even if he had forever (like his grandsire), he still could hardly learn everything there is to know. Poll tosses to shake cloud of thoughts from cranium. Tufted lobes resume their scan of the woods to decipher if a threat lurks nearby. Sensing none, hindquarters engage to push onyx steed back into motion. Limbs shuffle in a four-beat saunter as Jesper navigates the trail that unfolds ahead. He had nowhere else to be and, no one waiting on him.
@[Hephaestus]
He really had come a long way since that fateful day his dream led him to his grandfather. He put his skills to the test on the battlefield and, his intelligence to the test with the Beqanna Games. However, he remains aware that Beqanna held so much history and, many secrets. He doubts that, even if he had forever (like his grandsire), he still could hardly learn everything there is to know. Poll tosses to shake cloud of thoughts from cranium. Tufted lobes resume their scan of the woods to decipher if a threat lurks nearby. Sensing none, hindquarters engage to push onyx steed back into motion. Limbs shuffle in a four-beat saunter as Jesper navigates the trail that unfolds ahead. He had nowhere else to be and, no one waiting on him.
@[Hephaestus]