04-26-2018, 09:44 AM
Once again, Jesper scrambles to recover from Mosrael's blunt nature and impatient nature. He does not seem bothered by the hissing shadows that watched with unwelcoming eyes. His lack of experience was on display and she could hear the cogs of his mind turning as he desperately sought for a way to resolve the inexplicable tension between them.
Despite the calming nature of his inquiry, the perlino filly grew suddenly uneasy. Suddenly frozen in place, she turns towards them, her eyes full of apprehension and - fear. She was afraid. Mosrael's brow furrowed as she searched the youngling's features. Cloaked in mystery, the older mare found it odd that the filly hadn't offered anything in means of identification. A tickling of familiarity tugged at the mature mare's lobe, though she couldn't find a place for it.
Quivering, the filly begs them to present her with their questions and Mosrael's skin prickled and she couldn't help but wonder if the child was in danger. Almost as if on cue, a black stallion emerges from his watching place. Instantly on edge, Mosrael stepped forward in a protective position over Jesper. Announcing himself as the new king, the red nosed stallion present Jesper with a prolonged glace. Heavy with meaning, Mosrael's stance widened, prepared to do whatever was necessary to protect her companion. Instead of a display of violence, however, Mortem simply whisks the filly he'd named as Lepis - the once child queen of Loess - away. Before disappearing himself, the king halfheartedly promised a continuation of their conversation before slipping back into the shadows from which he'd emerged.
Not yet relaxed, Mosrael shifted her eyes towards Jesper. "Let's go," she bade without awaiting so much as an explanation from her companion. "I think it is safe to assume that Sylva does not wish to align themselves with Ischia at this time."
OOC: A few things. Firstly, I apologize for not reading your notes about @[Lepis]. Just disregard anything I mentioned about her and we can assume that Mosrael did not know her identity. @[Modicum Mortem] and @[Jesper] sorry that this sucks so bad. I wanted to wrap this up for ya.
Despite the calming nature of his inquiry, the perlino filly grew suddenly uneasy. Suddenly frozen in place, she turns towards them, her eyes full of apprehension and - fear. She was afraid. Mosrael's brow furrowed as she searched the youngling's features. Cloaked in mystery, the older mare found it odd that the filly hadn't offered anything in means of identification. A tickling of familiarity tugged at the mature mare's lobe, though she couldn't find a place for it.
Quivering, the filly begs them to present her with their questions and Mosrael's skin prickled and she couldn't help but wonder if the child was in danger. Almost as if on cue, a black stallion emerges from his watching place. Instantly on edge, Mosrael stepped forward in a protective position over Jesper. Announcing himself as the new king, the red nosed stallion present Jesper with a prolonged glace. Heavy with meaning, Mosrael's stance widened, prepared to do whatever was necessary to protect her companion. Instead of a display of violence, however, Mortem simply whisks the filly he'd named as Lepis - the once child queen of Loess - away. Before disappearing himself, the king halfheartedly promised a continuation of their conversation before slipping back into the shadows from which he'd emerged.
Not yet relaxed, Mosrael shifted her eyes towards Jesper. "Let's go," she bade without awaiting so much as an explanation from her companion. "I think it is safe to assume that Sylva does not wish to align themselves with Ischia at this time."
OOC: A few things. Firstly, I apologize for not reading your notes about @[Lepis]. Just disregard anything I mentioned about her and we can assume that Mosrael did not know her identity. @[Modicum Mortem] and @[Jesper] sorry that this sucks so bad. I wanted to wrap this up for ya.