Jesper
09-15-2019, 07:10 AM
Aquamarine gaze remains steady as Sabrina pitches her proposition. The black notes her decision to stand before him in her equine form. It is significant in that, just by appearance, Sabrina seems less threatening. Jesper rarely saw her bay cloak with cherry points but, he finds the contrast against the tundra to be magnificent. Her words bring him back from his observation. He had no doubt she had followers. He imagines that her lot are canines in some form or another. In fact, Jesper fantasizes about the Isle being home to an entire pack of dogs. However, he would rather gather the numbers on his own.
She can only have one agenda, he muses silently. As the next sentence, which confirms his suspicions, passes her lips, the black bobs his poll. Of course, she would add the line about the arrangement being strictly political and, that everything she proposes is for the good of the Isle. Jesper offers no change in expression to betray his subconscious. As he controls his external features, his thinker-box attempts to organize the jumble of thoughts. Her proposition certainly strikes a nerve with him and, he struggles to find words that are not tainted. Jesper feels grateful for choosing to meet her in his natural form as he has had much more practice concealing his emotions.
Finally, with a shift of his weight to stand evenly across all four limbs, the black finds his voice. "Sabrina, your proposition is not something to consider lightly." If his tone did not deliver that sincerely enough, he makes an effort to state the rest as sincere as he can. "My queen must be trusted, as well as, respected. She is not just a political statement. She must be loyal to me, her people and the Isle but, above all, she must be loyal to Nerine." He pauses here, hoping Sabrina is truly listening and, realizes that he not describing her. For clarity sake, he speaks up again though, this time, his tone is adamant and unwavering. "Perhaps you have forgotten but, Icicle Isle has a Queen. Her name is Heartfire. Beqanna Law does not permit territories to name a queen, or a king. As it stands, the post of my vixen belongs to someone who has served the Isle longer than you or, I." Jesper stops, certain that he has said enough. He could not nor, would he, accept her proposal.
@[Sabrina]
She can only have one agenda, he muses silently. As the next sentence, which confirms his suspicions, passes her lips, the black bobs his poll. Of course, she would add the line about the arrangement being strictly political and, that everything she proposes is for the good of the Isle. Jesper offers no change in expression to betray his subconscious. As he controls his external features, his thinker-box attempts to organize the jumble of thoughts. Her proposition certainly strikes a nerve with him and, he struggles to find words that are not tainted. Jesper feels grateful for choosing to meet her in his natural form as he has had much more practice concealing his emotions.
Finally, with a shift of his weight to stand evenly across all four limbs, the black finds his voice. "Sabrina, your proposition is not something to consider lightly." If his tone did not deliver that sincerely enough, he makes an effort to state the rest as sincere as he can. "My queen must be trusted, as well as, respected. She is not just a political statement. She must be loyal to me, her people and the Isle but, above all, she must be loyal to Nerine." He pauses here, hoping Sabrina is truly listening and, realizes that he not describing her. For clarity sake, he speaks up again though, this time, his tone is adamant and unwavering. "Perhaps you have forgotten but, Icicle Isle has a Queen. Her name is Heartfire. Beqanna Law does not permit territories to name a queen, or a king. As it stands, the post of my vixen belongs to someone who has served the Isle longer than you or, I." Jesper stops, certain that he has said enough. He could not nor, would he, accept her proposal.
@[Sabrina]