12-02-2018, 07:14 PM
Jhene’s dark eye turns toward Carwyn, watching the roan mare as the golden stallion approaches. There is a clear smile on her face and so Jhene is set at ease, and she too is smiling at Magnus by the time he has arrived. This close it is clear that her vision is not the best, and this is highlighted by the way she turns her head to better see him. He sounds kind, at least, and the appaloosa mare feels some of the tension of the meeting seep from her bones.
He welcomes them to Tephra and Carwyn is quick to explain their purpose.
“My name is Jhene.” The pegasus adds into the silence after the roan mare’s words, and th pair of them do not have to wait long before the mare in question arrives. Jhene hasn’t seen her before, but it is clear from the way she greets Carwyn that the two of them are familiar with each other. Good, Jhene thinks, she sounds happy to see her as well. The mention of deciding to come after all is puzzling, but Jhene is focused.
She repeats: “I’m Jhene,” with a soft smile, and then takes her own turn in speaking.
“We came here to find you.” She tells the grey mare, whose lavender points create a pleasant melding of shades even to the palomino’s limited vision. “King Ivar wanted to offer you another position in Ischia, since you weren’t inclined to accept the first.” Jhene only knows that Karat was offered the position of consort, and she supposes that this new offer is better. She has spent too much time beneath the water with the kelpie to think that there might be more.
“Were you to come back to Ischia with us, you’d be the Ambassador, the lead diplomat of the island.” She pauses for just a moment, her head tilting curiously. “Would you like to come back?”
@[Carwyn] @[Magnus] @[Karat]
He welcomes them to Tephra and Carwyn is quick to explain their purpose.
“My name is Jhene.” The pegasus adds into the silence after the roan mare’s words, and th pair of them do not have to wait long before the mare in question arrives. Jhene hasn’t seen her before, but it is clear from the way she greets Carwyn that the two of them are familiar with each other. Good, Jhene thinks, she sounds happy to see her as well. The mention of deciding to come after all is puzzling, but Jhene is focused.
She repeats: “I’m Jhene,” with a soft smile, and then takes her own turn in speaking.
“We came here to find you.” She tells the grey mare, whose lavender points create a pleasant melding of shades even to the palomino’s limited vision. “King Ivar wanted to offer you another position in Ischia, since you weren’t inclined to accept the first.” Jhene only knows that Karat was offered the position of consort, and she supposes that this new offer is better. She has spent too much time beneath the water with the kelpie to think that there might be more.
“Were you to come back to Ischia with us, you’d be the Ambassador, the lead diplomat of the island.” She pauses for just a moment, her head tilting curiously. “Would you like to come back?”
@[Carwyn] @[Magnus] @[Karat]