Jesper
04-23-2018, 09:23 AM
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]
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]