Jesper
Acute olfactory sense picks up Leilan's strengthening cologne long before the scales roan can be heard crunching through the snow. He aborts his patrol to shift into a soft halt. Poll lifts and bronze-tipped lobes cease their constant rotation to fixate in the direction that his brother's scent arrived from. Chassis stands alert with masculine crest stretching to hold refined head up. Gently-sloping shoulders align evenly to bring front limbs squarely under his thorax. His left hip stands an inch, or so, higher than his right hip because his right hind falls under his barrel and his left hind positions itself slightly behind perpendicular from his pelvis. His tail drapes idly past his hocks, as even the warm season on the Isle does not welcome the bugs. Jesper could not be more grateful for this.
Aquamarine gaze is drawn to the motion of an approaching being. The pace is steady and even, a trademark of the silvery bay with blond locks. A warm smile crosses his whiskered lips as Leilan's stoic features come into focus. Jesper listens to the dragon's snarky greeting before a warm chuckle erupts from his vocal chords. Stepping forward into a more relaxed position, Jesper assumes a stance with his left fetlock cocked and his left toe resting in the white powder. "I find that wet dog is not even bearable for me during the warm months." He emits another chuckle, this one half-hearted as he finds amusement in his own words. After a few breaths, the black stallion goes on. "I trust your stay has been fruitful. What is next on your agenda, brother?"
@[Leilan]
Aquamarine gaze is drawn to the motion of an approaching being. The pace is steady and even, a trademark of the silvery bay with blond locks. A warm smile crosses his whiskered lips as Leilan's stoic features come into focus. Jesper listens to the dragon's snarky greeting before a warm chuckle erupts from his vocal chords. Stepping forward into a more relaxed position, Jesper assumes a stance with his left fetlock cocked and his left toe resting in the white powder. "I find that wet dog is not even bearable for me during the warm months." He emits another chuckle, this one half-hearted as he finds amusement in his own words. After a few breaths, the black stallion goes on. "I trust your stay has been fruitful. What is next on your agenda, brother?"
@[Leilan]