Jesper
04-04-2018, 06:13 PM
Glossy orbs study the pearl femme's facade in order to gauge her unspoken thoughts. At this point, Jesper feels as though he barely knew the opal dame. Thus, he frets that their views might not align but, her pleased features add a new spring of reassurance to his next few steps. Tufted lobes hone in carefully to what Sabra says. Her words cause the ebony equine to muse in silence.
Yes, I do care about Sylva, deeply. The Forest, which I owe, who I am to, for protecting and, harboring me, is an extension of Sylva. Sylva is the greatest of Beqanna's forests. I owe Sylva on behalf of Beqanna. Beqanna chose me.
Her next words interrupt onyx male's inner monologue.
Sylva's combat specialist? The combat specialist. Her Hellhound.
Animated pace ceases abruptly as the implications of this promotion sink in. Stallion does his best to refrain from revealing any subconscious thoughts upon his face. Tufted lobes remain frozen forward atop noble poll. Light blue gaze flits behind veil of sable locks while stallion ponders his response. He cannot help but feel as though his hesitation to reply might be interpreted as disinterest. Hopefully, she would grant him the benefit of thinking the proposal through, thoroughly. In the grand scheme of things, he pauses for less than a dozen regularly-spaced breaths. Of course, his respiratory rate was no longer a normal pace. His breathing had spiked, out of excitement and pride, the moment he came to a stop. Deep inhale expands ribcage before Jesper slowly releases the gaseous by-products of breathing. Next, hindquarters contract to drive limbs back into motion. He takes a few light steps to ensure that his matriarch is beside him before he speaks.
"Lady Sabra, I will accept your generous proposal with much honor. As the central-most located realm, we have the right to negotiate our terms carefully. Beqanna may be at peace for now; however, history has taught us to never take these times for granted. I certainly will do my best to avoid any corruption tainting my heart. I despise what my sire has done. Some might think I am predisposed to behave as he would. I assure you, I will not be easily influenced by evil. My first act will be to introduce myself to our neighbors and, establish Sylva's expectations. I must be clear here. I will not hesitate to put Sylva's needs first but, not at the expense of my family. Brennen, of Ischia, is my grandsire. I also, recently connected with my half-sister in Loess. I hope you can respect my stance when it comes to my blood. Do you have any conditions, reservations or, prejudices regarding terms between Sylva and Hyaline, Loess or, Ischia?"
@[Sabra]
OOC #1) Sorry this is quite long. #2) First post typed from my phone so, forgive me for any hard-to-understand parts. I feel as though it is harder to organize my thoughts when not in-front of my computer.
Yes, I do care about Sylva, deeply. The Forest, which I owe, who I am to, for protecting and, harboring me, is an extension of Sylva. Sylva is the greatest of Beqanna's forests. I owe Sylva on behalf of Beqanna. Beqanna chose me.
Her next words interrupt onyx male's inner monologue.
Sylva's combat specialist? The combat specialist. Her Hellhound.
Animated pace ceases abruptly as the implications of this promotion sink in. Stallion does his best to refrain from revealing any subconscious thoughts upon his face. Tufted lobes remain frozen forward atop noble poll. Light blue gaze flits behind veil of sable locks while stallion ponders his response. He cannot help but feel as though his hesitation to reply might be interpreted as disinterest. Hopefully, she would grant him the benefit of thinking the proposal through, thoroughly. In the grand scheme of things, he pauses for less than a dozen regularly-spaced breaths. Of course, his respiratory rate was no longer a normal pace. His breathing had spiked, out of excitement and pride, the moment he came to a stop. Deep inhale expands ribcage before Jesper slowly releases the gaseous by-products of breathing. Next, hindquarters contract to drive limbs back into motion. He takes a few light steps to ensure that his matriarch is beside him before he speaks.
"Lady Sabra, I will accept your generous proposal with much honor. As the central-most located realm, we have the right to negotiate our terms carefully. Beqanna may be at peace for now; however, history has taught us to never take these times for granted. I certainly will do my best to avoid any corruption tainting my heart. I despise what my sire has done. Some might think I am predisposed to behave as he would. I assure you, I will not be easily influenced by evil. My first act will be to introduce myself to our neighbors and, establish Sylva's expectations. I must be clear here. I will not hesitate to put Sylva's needs first but, not at the expense of my family. Brennen, of Ischia, is my grandsire. I also, recently connected with my half-sister in Loess. I hope you can respect my stance when it comes to my blood. Do you have any conditions, reservations or, prejudices regarding terms between Sylva and Hyaline, Loess or, Ischia?"
@[Sabra]
OOC #1) Sorry this is quite long. #2) First post typed from my phone so, forgive me for any hard-to-understand parts. I feel as though it is harder to organize my thoughts when not in-front of my computer.