Jesper
02-15-2019, 04:37 PM
Ardashir, as he introduced himself, stands much taller than any equine Jesper has yet to encounter. Aquamarine gaze finds the bright blue eyes of the horned stag as he speaks and Jesper listens. It seems that finding agreement is not as difficult as the smaller male thought it might be. He offers a nearly silent sigh as the white male mentions how they themselves are still learning the land. Jesper had in mind to head towards the Meadow come autumn and graze as much as he can handle before winter sets in. As much as he is grateful for the dense fur his fox form is blessed with, his stomach has yet to agree with the diet of a canine.
Attention returns to the present conversation as Ardashir finishes up. Poll dips in an agreeable nod before gaze and bronze-tipped ears shift towards the mint green lady. She offers her name and origins but, chooses to remain quiet on any other matters. The desert bred male raises a brow out of curiosity; however, he makes a note to seek her out later. Instead, the familiar voice of Leilan catches Jesper's focus and, he hones in on his thoughts. The roan speaks wisely and the black nods along. When expected to chime in, Jesper finds his voice and does so without hesitation. "I think a neutral face with a reputation for being noble yet hardy is appropriate. I agree with the decision to uphold Nerine's political ties. I do not foresee the need for alliances independent of our mother kingdom." Jesper quiets as he takes a moment to mull over a suitable name. What did one call a community who lives in the tundra? He cannot think of anything so, he remains silent on the matter.
Attention returns to the present conversation as Ardashir finishes up. Poll dips in an agreeable nod before gaze and bronze-tipped ears shift towards the mint green lady. She offers her name and origins but, chooses to remain quiet on any other matters. The desert bred male raises a brow out of curiosity; however, he makes a note to seek her out later. Instead, the familiar voice of Leilan catches Jesper's focus and, he hones in on his thoughts. The roan speaks wisely and the black nods along. When expected to chime in, Jesper finds his voice and does so without hesitation. "I think a neutral face with a reputation for being noble yet hardy is appropriate. I agree with the decision to uphold Nerine's political ties. I do not foresee the need for alliances independent of our mother kingdom." Jesper quiets as he takes a moment to mull over a suitable name. What did one call a community who lives in the tundra? He cannot think of anything so, he remains silent on the matter.
jesper
carnage x bethanie
-100% agree
-Viking reminds me of a sea warrior. Perhaps, eskimo? Although, that appears to have a derogatory meaning. Inuit or Yupik are more proper if you like either of those.
-In agreement here too. When we get to assignments for diplomatic visits, Jesper would very much like to make the trip to the East. He also wouldn't mind returning to Ischia. He would prefer to stay away from Sylva though, that could be a fun PTSD thread, haha.
@[Ardashir] @[Camomila] @[Leilan]