Jesper
The fox-shifter from Icicle Isle strolls along the river silently musing to himself. He had abandoned his canine form after bumping into the strange bird-horse. So, his solid hooves carry his equine chassis through the lush grasses that follow the river. His pelt is the same hue as a raven's feathers except for a white sock that touches his fetlock, a white blob on his forehead, bronze streaks in his mane and tail, and bronze tips on his inky black ears. The desert-bred steed possesses a refined but sturdy body. He is light on his feet and agile; built for speed though, right now, his stride is an easy and casual walk. Muscled haunches provide the drive behind the gait that four limbs execute.
In his silence, Jesper hones in on all of the sounds associated with the River. The churning, rushing waters are a given. So are the bullfrogs ushering their mating bellows and the light rustle of grasses. An owl hoots from off in the distance though, most of the birds are asleep. Everything seems in order, except for the unmistakable groans of a mare giving birth. The black stallion never meant to intrude on such a private event but, here he is. He imagines the mother is on high alert so, rather than silently slinking off, he decides to reassure her. He comes to a halt just outside the protective grove and, musters his gentlest tone. "Hi there. I was just passing through but, could not help but overhear." His aquamarine gaze briefly flicks to the spotted lavender newborn whom he can barely make out through the dense brush. He then lifts his gaze to focus upon the lush grasses at his hooves. "Congratulations are in order. She is beautiful. I don't want to be a bother, ma'am but, while I am here, if you need anything, I am happy to help."
@[Jayhawk]
In his silence, Jesper hones in on all of the sounds associated with the River. The churning, rushing waters are a given. So are the bullfrogs ushering their mating bellows and the light rustle of grasses. An owl hoots from off in the distance though, most of the birds are asleep. Everything seems in order, except for the unmistakable groans of a mare giving birth. The black stallion never meant to intrude on such a private event but, here he is. He imagines the mother is on high alert so, rather than silently slinking off, he decides to reassure her. He comes to a halt just outside the protective grove and, musters his gentlest tone. "Hi there. I was just passing through but, could not help but overhear." His aquamarine gaze briefly flicks to the spotted lavender newborn whom he can barely make out through the dense brush. He then lifts his gaze to focus upon the lush grasses at his hooves. "Congratulations are in order. She is beautiful. I don't want to be a bother, ma'am but, while I am here, if you need anything, I am happy to help."
@[Jayhawk]