Jesper
02-04-2019, 11:30 PM
He heard the call from across the bay. Nerine called for a kingdom meeting. While he did not fall under the category of direct resident, he thought it in the Isle's best interest if he attends. And so, the black stallion aborts his agenda to nibble away at the overgrazed lawn and, heads towards the eastern coast. He plunges into the cool waters, a nice break from all of the mid-winter swims, without hesitation. Jesper pushes through the dark sea with ease until his unshod hooves scrape bedrock. Forelimbs extend and sink into the sodden ground of the mainland. He heaves the other half of his chassis onto dry land and, proceeds to shake any loose water from his sleek pelt.
The desert-bred male wastes no more time and, picks up a balanced trot to carry him to the assembly. He arrives just as the spotted mare, Breckin', is relinquishing the throne to a blue-grey and white dame. As his aquamarine gaze settles upon the mare, Jesper recognizes her from the Isle. He offers a soft smile in greeting and, a shake of his poll when she asks for any objections. He trusts Breckin' and, if she seems this mare worthy, he had little to say. As Leilan's familiar voice reaches his bronze-tipped ears, Jesper finds and locks eye contact with him. He hopes that this new leader would allow for more time between the Ice Prince and the former Nerinian Queen.
As the meeting unfolds, the black allows his gaze to search the crowd. He recognizes Scorch, who bears a tiny shadow at her left ankle. He offers a warm smile to the fatigued kiddo and, for a moment, Jesper nearly loses himself to the still unanswered question: what ever became of that night with Lamb? And, of course, the subsequent question: Am I a father? Jesper rids his thinker-box of such pointless musings and, instead searches for the familiar features of his grandsire. He does not see him but, makes a mental note to seek him afterwards.
The desert-bred male wastes no more time and, picks up a balanced trot to carry him to the assembly. He arrives just as the spotted mare, Breckin', is relinquishing the throne to a blue-grey and white dame. As his aquamarine gaze settles upon the mare, Jesper recognizes her from the Isle. He offers a soft smile in greeting and, a shake of his poll when she asks for any objections. He trusts Breckin' and, if she seems this mare worthy, he had little to say. As Leilan's familiar voice reaches his bronze-tipped ears, Jesper finds and locks eye contact with him. He hopes that this new leader would allow for more time between the Ice Prince and the former Nerinian Queen.
As the meeting unfolds, the black allows his gaze to search the crowd. He recognizes Scorch, who bears a tiny shadow at her left ankle. He offers a warm smile to the fatigued kiddo and, for a moment, Jesper nearly loses himself to the still unanswered question: what ever became of that night with Lamb? And, of course, the subsequent question: Am I a father? Jesper rids his thinker-box of such pointless musings and, instead searches for the familiar features of his grandsire. He does not see him but, makes a mental note to seek him afterwards.
jesper
carnage x bethanie