Jesper
03-22-2018, 09:58 PM
There Jesper stands alongside Deiti, nothing but a silent witness. Tufted lobes prick atop skull while light blue gaze searches Imperial’s face. In a few moments, the fury dissipates and, in its stead, is shame and guilt. The raven steed finds his own heart, melting. The creases around his glossy orbs fade as the tension drains from male’s chassis. Alert stance shifts into a more casual position as poll lowers slightly. Jesper notes the pleading of his tone and, the truly heartbreaking tale of Deiti’s creation. When the charcoal-and-silver bronc falls quiet, attention redirects onto the onyx dame.
He had completely missed the point where her expression changed from defiance to resentment. Selfishly, he was caught up in the drama and, entirely forgot that this was someone’s life. Her life.
No!
Wait!
His sister’s life!
Poll shakes rapidly before fleeting glance meets Imperial’s. Softly, he ushers a few words. “I am so sorry for bringing this to light.” He could not exactly thank him for sharing; however, he certainly felt grateful for the insight he held now. Weight shifts onto haunches and forehand pivots in the direction Deiti travels. Engaging muscular sinew, limbs pull physique into a swift canter as he pursues the dame. He did not know what he would say but, given the recent reveal, he figured they could both bond over their shock. Jesper navigates the uneven terrain with more confidence as his three-beat cadence carries him across Loess. When the slender ebony equine slows in front of him, male settles his pace into a light plod. Flared nostrils expose salmon-lining as jaunt demands a replacement for the oxygen spent.
Ceil blue orbs take note that Deiti halts and, seeks support alongside a boulder. Instead of pausing, male keeps moving past female. Jesper surveys the unfamiliar area to ensure that no threats lurk nearby. He also uses this time to keep limber and, stretch bunching muscles. Once certain that the two of them are safe, jet-black stallion turns to face her. With breathing nearly back-to-normal, gentle voice emits from vocal chords to address Deiti. “I am so sorry for what the truth means. I can see why you might view Imperial with disdain.” He pauses here, briefly, as he searches for the right thing to say. Going with honesty, he continues. “Listen, Deiti, I know he lied to you but, he did the job a father should do. He protected you and, nurtured you. It seems to me as though he has been carrying this burden a long time and, he knew it would jeopardize his relationship with you. I just think he deserves your forgiveness. He has mine because, without him, you might not be here, right?” Loquacious chatter ceases here as raven steed prevents himself from going too far. He hopes she listened. He steps forwards to close the distance between them and, tentatively edges his whiskered muzzle towards hers in a familial sort of greeting. “Without him, I might not have a sister.”
@[Deiti]
He had completely missed the point where her expression changed from defiance to resentment. Selfishly, he was caught up in the drama and, entirely forgot that this was someone’s life. Her life.
No!
Wait!
His sister’s life!
Poll shakes rapidly before fleeting glance meets Imperial’s. Softly, he ushers a few words. “I am so sorry for bringing this to light.” He could not exactly thank him for sharing; however, he certainly felt grateful for the insight he held now. Weight shifts onto haunches and forehand pivots in the direction Deiti travels. Engaging muscular sinew, limbs pull physique into a swift canter as he pursues the dame. He did not know what he would say but, given the recent reveal, he figured they could both bond over their shock. Jesper navigates the uneven terrain with more confidence as his three-beat cadence carries him across Loess. When the slender ebony equine slows in front of him, male settles his pace into a light plod. Flared nostrils expose salmon-lining as jaunt demands a replacement for the oxygen spent.
Ceil blue orbs take note that Deiti halts and, seeks support alongside a boulder. Instead of pausing, male keeps moving past female. Jesper surveys the unfamiliar area to ensure that no threats lurk nearby. He also uses this time to keep limber and, stretch bunching muscles. Once certain that the two of them are safe, jet-black stallion turns to face her. With breathing nearly back-to-normal, gentle voice emits from vocal chords to address Deiti. “I am so sorry for what the truth means. I can see why you might view Imperial with disdain.” He pauses here, briefly, as he searches for the right thing to say. Going with honesty, he continues. “Listen, Deiti, I know he lied to you but, he did the job a father should do. He protected you and, nurtured you. It seems to me as though he has been carrying this burden a long time and, he knew it would jeopardize his relationship with you. I just think he deserves your forgiveness. He has mine because, without him, you might not be here, right?” Loquacious chatter ceases here as raven steed prevents himself from going too far. He hopes she listened. He steps forwards to close the distance between them and, tentatively edges his whiskered muzzle towards hers in a familial sort of greeting. “Without him, I might not have a sister.”
@[Deiti]