There is little sun today as smoky grey clouds extend across the sky. Even in the indirect light, Gale's white feathers are a blinding hue. Jesla watches as his wings gracefully guide the pegasus to land. Her gaze flits a moment to the second creature with wings; however, her interest quickly returns to the visitor when the bird flies out of view. The mint-spotted appaloosa does her best to not seem high-strung despite her excitement. She lowers her poll from its on-guard post, her bronze-tipped lobes remain pricked, and her mint green gaze is bright. Her body language is soft as she eyes him with curiosity. Jesla smiles softly as he apologizes and frantically backs away.
"There is no need to apologize. I am hypervigilant these days. I saw you coming and wanted to be the first face you met. I didn't mean to startle you." Jesla does not make any attempt to add distance between them. Perhaps, being isolated on the Isle leads to inappropriate behavior when socializing? So far, she is zero for two with first impressions: crowding the guest and letting her mouth run away with her. The appy reminds herself that her father taught her much of what she knows. She sighs, and settles into a less excited stance. She wants him to stick around, after all. There is no need to scare him off with her overbearing-ness.
Jesla catches his name. Gale. She sounds it out a few times before realizing he had inquired about hers. Reminding herself not to get too carried away, Jesla addresses him. "I am Jesla. Where do you call home, Gale?" Her sensitive olfactories detect traces of damp sand, salt, and lush, tropical flora. His pelt is sleek and shiny, further evidence of living someplace warm. Gale sports a dark blue color with interesting cream stripes across his neck and barrel. (If Jesla had met more Beqannians, she may recognize that those stripes are family trademark, having met Gale's mother briefly. As it were, she does not make the connection, and simply observes them to be a fairly common marking.) His mane is stark white, like his wings, and stands straight up, following his spine all the way from poll to tail. His locks blend into his tail smoothly, which is also pure white. Below his ears, stem two, small, tightly curled horns. In contrast, Jesla is much more plain. Her pelt is winterized and, solid black, except for the white blanket, with mint dots, over her croup. The tips of her ears are bronze, as well. She has no horns, wings or, iridescent shine by drab comparison.
"There is no need to apologize. I am hypervigilant these days. I saw you coming and wanted to be the first face you met. I didn't mean to startle you." Jesla does not make any attempt to add distance between them. Perhaps, being isolated on the Isle leads to inappropriate behavior when socializing? So far, she is zero for two with first impressions: crowding the guest and letting her mouth run away with her. The appy reminds herself that her father taught her much of what she knows. She sighs, and settles into a less excited stance. She wants him to stick around, after all. There is no need to scare him off with her overbearing-ness.
Jesla catches his name. Gale. She sounds it out a few times before realizing he had inquired about hers. Reminding herself not to get too carried away, Jesla addresses him. "I am Jesla. Where do you call home, Gale?" Her sensitive olfactories detect traces of damp sand, salt, and lush, tropical flora. His pelt is sleek and shiny, further evidence of living someplace warm. Gale sports a dark blue color with interesting cream stripes across his neck and barrel. (If Jesla had met more Beqannians, she may recognize that those stripes are family trademark, having met Gale's mother briefly. As it were, she does not make the connection, and simply observes them to be a fairly common marking.) His mane is stark white, like his wings, and stands straight up, following his spine all the way from poll to tail. His locks blend into his tail smoothly, which is also pure white. Below his ears, stem two, small, tightly curled horns. In contrast, Jesla is much more plain. Her pelt is winterized and, solid black, except for the white blanket, with mint dots, over her croup. The tips of her ears are bronze, as well. She has no horns, wings or, iridescent shine by drab comparison.
@[Gale]
@[Pothos]