10-02-2020, 08:00 AM
Jesla stands comfortably before Gale. Her excited energy is channeled into listening, closely, to his reply. Islandres? Where was that in Beqanna? He is chief?! Oh, he wants to know about the Isle. That is boring! Jesla is half inclined to tell him her thoughts on his request but, instead, she remembers her diplomacy training. Her mint gaze searches his face and, just as she is about to respond, she is struck.
Not physically struck. At least not that she could tell. Gale is standing in the same spot. No one else is around. There are no chunks of ice, tree branches, rocks, or other debris around either.
Jesla is struck by an enveloping wave of warmth. A warmth that emanates from her heart, fills her chest, and then, extends along the ventral surface of her neck and barrel until it floods all of her. She feels flush. She feels a renewed pulse course through every sinewy fiber, as if she is waking from a very deep slumber. The daylight around her seems more yellow in hue; warmer, even if the clouds have not cleared. The Spring breeze feels milder as it brushes across her pelt. The water, off of the coast, seems a brighter blue, as opposed to the navy-black it usually seemed. The energy is invigorating and, just as quickly as she had settled, the spotted mare shifts her weight. She locks her gaze upon the navy blue and perlino pegasus. There is a sparkle in her light green eyes and a warm smile on her dark lips. With confidence, she steps closer to the stud. She lifts her poll and arches her neck as her soft muzzle extends to ever-so-gently, bump his. When she speaks, her voice is warm and alluring. "I apologize if my manners seem less cordial or, are, in any way, inappropriate for a chief. After the attack on the Isle, I have kept a very close watch on the coast and the skies."
Jesla pauses briefly to allow a warm breath to exhale upon his whiskers. The sensation would hopefully distract the male. She retracts her muzzle, perhaps, leaving him wanting more, and addresses his business query. "I was born here so, I know the Isle well. Of course, so does Leilan. He is our Freyr. There is also Sabrina, the second-in-command. Icicle Isle residents are pretty independent so, there is not much in the way of inner workings of diplomacy. We can seek our leaders for advice, but this rugged domain requires you to be resourceful and self-sufficient."
The blanket appy steps forward again, a curious brightness to her gaze. Her body language is relaxed, supple and, subconsciously, seductive. She searches Gale's features in hope that they will provide answers to her longing; however, finding none, she decides to ask him. "Honestly, Gale, I have longed to venture off of this spit of ice. I would love to see more of the world. Until now, I have not had the courage to do it. Would you allow me to accompany you back to your home? I am so curious as to what else is out there and, I feel as though I can trust you. Will you be my escort?" Jesla knows that Gale is her ticket out of here. The question is, does Gale feel mutual about all of this?
@[Gale]
Not physically struck. At least not that she could tell. Gale is standing in the same spot. No one else is around. There are no chunks of ice, tree branches, rocks, or other debris around either.
Jesla is struck by an enveloping wave of warmth. A warmth that emanates from her heart, fills her chest, and then, extends along the ventral surface of her neck and barrel until it floods all of her. She feels flush. She feels a renewed pulse course through every sinewy fiber, as if she is waking from a very deep slumber. The daylight around her seems more yellow in hue; warmer, even if the clouds have not cleared. The Spring breeze feels milder as it brushes across her pelt. The water, off of the coast, seems a brighter blue, as opposed to the navy-black it usually seemed. The energy is invigorating and, just as quickly as she had settled, the spotted mare shifts her weight. She locks her gaze upon the navy blue and perlino pegasus. There is a sparkle in her light green eyes and a warm smile on her dark lips. With confidence, she steps closer to the stud. She lifts her poll and arches her neck as her soft muzzle extends to ever-so-gently, bump his. When she speaks, her voice is warm and alluring. "I apologize if my manners seem less cordial or, are, in any way, inappropriate for a chief. After the attack on the Isle, I have kept a very close watch on the coast and the skies."
Jesla pauses briefly to allow a warm breath to exhale upon his whiskers. The sensation would hopefully distract the male. She retracts her muzzle, perhaps, leaving him wanting more, and addresses his business query. "I was born here so, I know the Isle well. Of course, so does Leilan. He is our Freyr. There is also Sabrina, the second-in-command. Icicle Isle residents are pretty independent so, there is not much in the way of inner workings of diplomacy. We can seek our leaders for advice, but this rugged domain requires you to be resourceful and self-sufficient."
The blanket appy steps forward again, a curious brightness to her gaze. Her body language is relaxed, supple and, subconsciously, seductive. She searches Gale's features in hope that they will provide answers to her longing; however, finding none, she decides to ask him. "Honestly, Gale, I have longed to venture off of this spit of ice. I would love to see more of the world. Until now, I have not had the courage to do it. Would you allow me to accompany you back to your home? I am so curious as to what else is out there and, I feel as though I can trust you. Will you be my escort?" Jesla knows that Gale is her ticket out of here. The question is, does Gale feel mutual about all of this?
@[Gale]