Light blue gaze hardens as onyx-hued stallion resolves himself to his assigned mission. Jesper is far from excited to return to the evil-harboring woods. Poll and nape toss to cast tangled locks from one side to the other and, out of line of vision. Glossy pools soon catch the boldly spotted mare named Mosrael. It does not take long for solid ebony equine to recognize the dame as his teammate in the Beqanna games. A soft smile and, a bob of his poll are offered in way of a greeting. Jesper then offers a few words in a soft tone. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Chassis pivots to face southeast before muscled haunches engage to push male into a purposeful pace.
 
Mosrael’s body language suggests she is unsure of what to think, let alone say. So, the typically loquacious male strides silently towards Sylva. Unshod keratin support refined pillars as Jesper leads the way. To be honest, he did not know what to say, either. He feels relief that his grandsire is accepted, without many grievances. He feels pride in knowing that he could be part of the bigger picture and, for the right reasons. He worries about the safety of Sabra and Lavendel. He thinks of them constantly and, hopes to cross paths with both, soon. One bronze-tipped lobe casually focuses on his partner (ready and, willing to hang on her every word) while other actively searches the area. Every single sound echoes within ear canal and, Jesper processes each one carefully. The white, sands of Ischia give way to the fertile soil of the River and then, the rolling, rocky land of Loess. Cobalt stallion hugs the coastal border until Sylva’s permanent copper canopy comes into focus.
 
Sensitive olfactory sense detects the pungency emanating from the forest and, upper labrum curls upwards in detest. Nevertheless, forward march carries male confidently over the border and, into the cloak of darkness. Since his departure, the canopy seems to keep out more light and, a suffocating fog hovers at their ankles. Only a few paces inside the forest and, male aligns his limbs into a square halt. Poll remains high while senses cue up to high alert. The clown is sure to be lurking amongst the shadows and, Jesper was adamant about accomplishing their intended task. He need not call out to Morty as, he was sure the little punk would be gleeful upon finding his familiar cologne on his radar.
 
@[Mosrael] @[Modicum Mortem]  

Jesper does not fear what lurks in the darkness of Sylva. Fixated lobe catches Mosrael’s hushed warning and, icy blue gaze hardens as steed scans the depth of their surroundings. Before long, a satiny cream figure, with navy points, steps into the soft light. Her features display the softness of innocence and, Jesper relaxes his façade to offer a welcoming smile. Poll dips, as the young female does, before both bronze-tipped lobes swivel forwards to catch her diplomatic question.
 
Before the jet-black stallion can find his voice and organize his words, the familiar musk of Morty invades his nostrils. He snorts softly and, shakes his skull, all while focus remains on the polite maiden. Cranium lowers a bit from previously offensive post as he remembers what his grandsire had said. Tell them our news but, offer little. Find out what is going on. Be polite. Jesper gathers his words and, speaks in a gentle tone. “Hello, Miss. My name is Jesper. We have traveled from Ischia. We have come, as a courtesy, to deliver the news of her change in leadership. Are you familiar with any of the ranking officials? Or, whom we should address?”
 
Raven stallion decided to pry into this young lady as, he got the feeling the rest of Sylva would not feel like sharing. Ceil blue gaze respectfully holds the perlino’s slate gaze. Jesper takes easy breaths as he waits with patience. All the while, ebony equine remains vigilant that the clown lies in wait.
 
@[Mosrael] @[Modicum Mortem] @[Lepis]

Bronze-tipped lobes focus upon the buttermilk filly and, note her sideways glances at the violet-spotted mare at his flank. Let her think what she will. All that matters is that Mosrael stands beside me. Jesper listens carefully as the young lady welcomes him but, does not offer her name. He thought that to be slightly bizarre for a maiden raised with her etiquette and manners; however, he figured their description of her would be enough to jog Brennen’s recollections. Alas, she questions about Krone and then, offers the clown’s name as their leader. All things I know already. Raven stallion readies himself to reply but, his comrade steps forward and speaks up first. Opened maw closes as Jesper resolves himself to listening once again. Poll nods in agreement until the eerie silence of Sylva envelops them once more.
 
Sensing that this conversation was at a standstill with the navy-pointed damsel, Jesper decides he should accept her offer. And then, his mind wanders to their options if she is successful in convincing Morty to join them. The raven steed ponders how to make the clown squeal. Perhaps, if the rest of his cohorts felt their king as threatened, they would run to his aid. For a moment, Jesper wonders and then, he chuckles silently to himself. That manner of thinking would require some form of collaboration amongst corrupt souls and, he knew such a relationship to be non-existent. Sylva was comprised of narcissistic men bonded only by their fondness for immoral behavior. Option number two would be to stick to the diplomatic tone and, request a tour of the new Sylva; prey on the clown’s pride and, bask in it with him. The third option involves Jesper volunteering himself as a prisoner. Alas, Mosrael probably would not let that fly.
 
Jesper finds his words and, speaks in smooth voice that betrays neither his brainstorming, nor his frustration. Onyx steed addresses the young lady directly to politely reply to her offer. “We would be very grateful if your king would spare us a few minutes of his time. Could you please ask him to join us?”
 
@[Mosrael] @[Modicum Mortem] @[Lepis]