06-18-2018, 01:55 PM
Very slowly, the ebony equine's wounds begin to heal. Pieces of his soul gradually stitch themselves back together. Jesper feels his energy and strength returning little by little, each day. The Brotherhood had come together to support him the moment his hooves returned to the shores of Ischia. Each took turns standing guard while he recuperated though, Brennen was never more than a whinny away. And, Lamb was never more than a whisper away.
That is, until the day came for the allies to discuss what had transpired over the course of those six months in Sylva. Brennen had approached Jesper about this meeting. He had invited him to share his insights if he felt up to it. Jesper knew that attending this meeting would give meaning to his sentence. Sure, it would be hard to face the questions and, the looks of pity. He knew it would be difficult to relive the torture. But, this opportunity was exactly why he volunteered as a prisoner in the first place. He knew he carried valuable information and, he refused to allow someone else to present the - his - information. And so, he told his grandsire that he would be there.
Jesper concentrated on Lamb and, the safety of living on an island, with his family, to occupy his thoughts. He had no reason to fret here and, he would need to walk into this meeting with a sound mind. There was no sense in getting all worked up, not yet. Jesper stands nearby, as requested, awaiting Brennen's summons. As his bronze-tipped lobes capture the greeting, jet black steed lifts his poll. A lump grows in his throat and, cardiac pumps harder and, faster. Jesper forces himself to swallow before he wills muscled haunches to push sturdy limbs into motion. Confident stride carries him out from the depths of the jungle's foliage and, onto the white sandy beach. Aquamarine gaze locks with the golden orbs of his grandfather before he offers a reassuring smile. He is ready.
Though some sport wings like the mahogany stallion beside him; however, he knew others would be land-bound like him. Jesper focuses upon the sand bar from the mainland as, the familiar faces of Beqanna's leaders approach. Ears remain alert atop poll and, gentle smile is offered in greeting as each draws to a halt before the Ischian pair. As Brennen's solemn voice addresses the group, Jesper stands alertly beside him. His expression remains businesslike as his grandsire details the purpose of this meeting. He does not permit his icy gaze to harden with anger or, to fall to the ground in shame. He did what he had to do for Ischia - for the good of Beqanna. He is neither ashamed nor, regretful. Right here, right now, he vows to see his selfless deed right through to the downfall of evil - right alongside these noble characters.
That is, until the day came for the allies to discuss what had transpired over the course of those six months in Sylva. Brennen had approached Jesper about this meeting. He had invited him to share his insights if he felt up to it. Jesper knew that attending this meeting would give meaning to his sentence. Sure, it would be hard to face the questions and, the looks of pity. He knew it would be difficult to relive the torture. But, this opportunity was exactly why he volunteered as a prisoner in the first place. He knew he carried valuable information and, he refused to allow someone else to present the - his - information. And so, he told his grandsire that he would be there.
Jesper concentrated on Lamb and, the safety of living on an island, with his family, to occupy his thoughts. He had no reason to fret here and, he would need to walk into this meeting with a sound mind. There was no sense in getting all worked up, not yet. Jesper stands nearby, as requested, awaiting Brennen's summons. As his bronze-tipped lobes capture the greeting, jet black steed lifts his poll. A lump grows in his throat and, cardiac pumps harder and, faster. Jesper forces himself to swallow before he wills muscled haunches to push sturdy limbs into motion. Confident stride carries him out from the depths of the jungle's foliage and, onto the white sandy beach. Aquamarine gaze locks with the golden orbs of his grandfather before he offers a reassuring smile. He is ready.
Though some sport wings like the mahogany stallion beside him; however, he knew others would be land-bound like him. Jesper focuses upon the sand bar from the mainland as, the familiar faces of Beqanna's leaders approach. Ears remain alert atop poll and, gentle smile is offered in greeting as each draws to a halt before the Ischian pair. As Brennen's solemn voice addresses the group, Jesper stands alertly beside him. His expression remains businesslike as his grandsire details the purpose of this meeting. He does not permit his icy gaze to harden with anger or, to fall to the ground in shame. He did what he had to do for Ischia - for the good of Beqanna. He is neither ashamed nor, regretful. Right here, right now, he vows to see his selfless deed right through to the downfall of evil - right alongside these noble characters.
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