[Jasper curls his lip and watches Stephen ascend through the air: enjoying a freedom he does understand. He turns his back gladly and remembers why he prefers the company of animals.
Eyes focus towards shadows in the forest. His suspicions and imagination consider how easy it would be to surprise anybody in Stephen's position - back exposed and bare to knives and magic alike. Sometimes he feels tempted to plunge the dagger himself but that would hardly cement their relationship. One of the first he has forged with anybody besides his first friend.
His ears prickle at the rustling of leaves as he calls over his shoulder.]
Do holler when done, will you?
[His acerbic tone might figuratively erode that jagged crag. Hopefully beneath Stephen's fingertips. Wouldn't that be a loss?]
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Eyes focus towards shadows in the forest. His suspicions and imagination consider how easy it would be to surprise anybody in Stephen's position - back exposed and bare to knives and magic alike. Sometimes he feels tempted to plunge the dagger himself but that would hardly cement their relationship. One of the first he has forged with anybody besides his first friend.
His ears prickle at the rustling of leaves as he calls over his shoulder.]
Do holler when done, will you?
[His acerbic tone might figuratively erode that jagged crag. Hopefully beneath Stephen's fingertips. Wouldn't that be a loss?]