Whenever a quest is completed on the Mountain, it is as if Beqanna, herself, emits a pulse to course over her lands. Jesper is in tune to it. His poll lifts from its resting position, and his four limbs straighten to bear weight evenly. The black Anglo-Arabian hybrid takes a deep breath. He tries to distinguish between the varied scents brought to him on the playful breeze. The whispers of the Forest are that lands from a time long ago have resurfaced. Oh, Beqanna! You are such a tease! thought Jesper. Without further ado, the equine steps into an animated walk. He makes his way to the Forest edge where he is better able to distinguish the smells.
He methodically filters through the aromas that reach his nares. Four distinct scents reach him: a warm fragrance of lavender from one, chilled pine from the next, stone and grass from another, and a stale salt from the last. Who is to say what made Jesper choose the way he does. Perhaps, the salt reminds him of the briny sea that surrounded the Isle. Maybe, he can sense the barrenness from afar. Whatever the reason, unshod hooves carry the black steed towards the land of Pangea.
The ground transitions from leaves and packed soil to shifting sands and packed clay hills. A dirt devil of dust swirls to his left. Jesper takes a moment to scan the terrain. Hills streaked in brick and amber hues surround the land. He notes the river of water that courses through a deep gorge. Its shores are dotted with green vegetation. He feels a chill in the air, with no trees or, mountains to block the northern wind. He neither shudders, nor turns away. Between his environmental adaptation and fox-shifting traits, Jesper is beyond adaptable.
He tosses his ever-so slightly dished nose, as if agreeing to the conditions that this land offers. He is extremely familiar with harsh living conditions, having spent his recent years on a barren icicle in the middle of the ocean. He can only hope that an undesirable environment will limit the number of visitors. He is content to settle down here and so, makes his way further into the domain. As he walks, he tries to recall what he has heard of Pangea. The only thing he can seem to recall is its connection to Carnage. Carnage. The brute who raped his mother. His father. He wonders briefly if the jerk is still around. But, then, his attention is caught by a white figure to his left. Her figure is feminine and delicate. He did not expect to see another life, here. Intrigued and enraptured, Jesper adjusts his course to approach the female. He stops a respectable distance from her and offers a polite, warm smile.
"Why, hello, miss. You may call me Jesper."
One tufted lobe remains trained upon her, whilst the other continues to listen to his surroundings. His aquamarine gaze is soft and focused upon the lady though, he tries not to stare.
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He methodically filters through the aromas that reach his nares. Four distinct scents reach him: a warm fragrance of lavender from one, chilled pine from the next, stone and grass from another, and a stale salt from the last. Who is to say what made Jesper choose the way he does. Perhaps, the salt reminds him of the briny sea that surrounded the Isle. Maybe, he can sense the barrenness from afar. Whatever the reason, unshod hooves carry the black steed towards the land of Pangea.
The ground transitions from leaves and packed soil to shifting sands and packed clay hills. A dirt devil of dust swirls to his left. Jesper takes a moment to scan the terrain. Hills streaked in brick and amber hues surround the land. He notes the river of water that courses through a deep gorge. Its shores are dotted with green vegetation. He feels a chill in the air, with no trees or, mountains to block the northern wind. He neither shudders, nor turns away. Between his environmental adaptation and fox-shifting traits, Jesper is beyond adaptable.
He tosses his ever-so slightly dished nose, as if agreeing to the conditions that this land offers. He is extremely familiar with harsh living conditions, having spent his recent years on a barren icicle in the middle of the ocean. He can only hope that an undesirable environment will limit the number of visitors. He is content to settle down here and so, makes his way further into the domain. As he walks, he tries to recall what he has heard of Pangea. The only thing he can seem to recall is its connection to Carnage. Carnage. The brute who raped his mother. His father. He wonders briefly if the jerk is still around. But, then, his attention is caught by a white figure to his left. Her figure is feminine and delicate. He did not expect to see another life, here. Intrigued and enraptured, Jesper adjusts his course to approach the female. He stops a respectable distance from her and offers a polite, warm smile.
"Why, hello, miss. You may call me Jesper."
One tufted lobe remains trained upon her, whilst the other continues to listen to his surroundings. His aquamarine gaze is soft and focused upon the lady though, he tries not to stare.
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margot]