searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti]

[Jesper]

Jesper is naïve to the world of Beqanna but, even more so, to the world of women. He can only hope that Deiti – he repeats her name aloud now, in a mere whisper, “Deiti” – is representative of her gender. Do all women entice men this much? Thought lingers briefly in immature male’s skull before belle’s tantalizing tone invites him to follow her. Left lobe remains pricked towards the ebony minx while right lobe scans the horizon for hints of an interruption. Light blue gaze meets her own blue orbs and, poll dips acknowledging and, accepting her invitation. Leanly muscled haunches glide quad limbs into an easy stroll, for a few steps, before raven steed pauses for a moment.

 
“Would you lead the way to your father, Deiti?” Four-beat amble resumes once dame shifts into motion and, directs the pair. Elegant and noble equine maintains a respectable distance between himself and, the young lady. He purposefully chooses to keep his muzzle parallel to her flank in order to prevent his gaze from fixing itself to her rump. Bronc forces attention to hone in on the uneven terrain so, he may navigate the footing with care. Jesper soon settles into their stroll, with the daystar, now at its peak, warming his back and, finds more gentle words. “My mother’s name was Bethanie. Her father is Brennen of Ischia – whom, I have met. I know much less of my sire. My mother told me his name before she passed but, that was years ago.” Jesper falls silent as he tries to recall. “Car-“ Nostrils flutter with frustration as gent attempts to tap the distant memory. Tone of voice reveals his uncertainty as male attempts to sound it out. “Car-nage, I believe.”

@[Deiti]