12-21-2019, 07:22 AM
Jesla finds herself mid-bite when her father's voice, summoning her, rings in her ears. Her mandible closes to meet her maxilla around the small morsel before she lifts her poll. Black tufted lobes swivel to pin-point his direction before the mint green blanket appaloosa spins around. Obediently, Jesla marches to where he stands patiently. She has no inkling as to why he wants to see her so, she dons a curious façade and halts inches away. She accepts his affectionate nudge by closing her eyes and leaning into his warm touch.
When her light green eyes reopen, she catches Jesper's gesture to follow him. Her disproportionately long limbs engage willingly and, within a couple of sweeping strides, she is alongside him. Jesla attempts to focus on where she puts her feet;however, she also cannot stop wondering where they are going. After a few moments of only the sound of their hooves patting the frozen terrain, her voice breaks the silence. "So, dad, what is on the agenda today?"
In the silence that follows, Jesla notes the mild air they inhale. She has not lived long enough on the Isle to remark on how unseasonable the weather is, though, she is fairly certain that days like today are precious commodities and should be enjoyed while they last. She presses her face into the gentle breeze that brushes her forelock aside and closes her eyes. Her expression still holds it curious query though, a content smile tugs at the corners of her dainty, whiskered muzzle.
@[Jesper]
When her light green eyes reopen, she catches Jesper's gesture to follow him. Her disproportionately long limbs engage willingly and, within a couple of sweeping strides, she is alongside him. Jesla attempts to focus on where she puts her feet;however, she also cannot stop wondering where they are going. After a few moments of only the sound of their hooves patting the frozen terrain, her voice breaks the silence. "So, dad, what is on the agenda today?"
In the silence that follows, Jesla notes the mild air they inhale. She has not lived long enough on the Isle to remark on how unseasonable the weather is, though, she is fairly certain that days like today are precious commodities and should be enjoyed while they last. She presses her face into the gentle breeze that brushes her forelock aside and closes her eyes. Her expression still holds it curious query though, a content smile tugs at the corners of her dainty, whiskered muzzle.
@[Jesper]