Common

Solomon

He'd become restless in the night, as he often had of late. Something about the darkness brought shared slivers of unease and excitement and he reveled in the duality.

After a few fitful hours of rest with the smaller mare he'd claimed only hours previously, the stallion had edged away slightly. Not so far as to leave the mare unsupervised, but enough so that he might watch the open areas of the Commons for anything new. Dawn had since come and gone, but the sound of another set of hoofbeats distracted him and he turned toward the noise as a slender mare in black strode across the clearing before stopping, dead center.

Solomon considers her for a long moment, the elegance of her bearing and the unique marking on her face, before he decides to approach, casting one last look toward the trees behind him. He'd be back soon enough. As he strides closer, hooves leaving crisp indents in the late winter snow, he notices a new face approaching him from the opposite side. It is not one that he knows, despite having spent much of his short time on the Isles in some sort of common gathering area or another. Eagerness threads a smile onto his lips as the prospect of greedily snatching three mares for the price of one is proposed, but it quickly dies as the last of the mare's words reach his ears.

Suspiciously he studies the spotted mare as he closes the last of the distance between the three of them. She does not carry herself like a Peak mare nor does she seem as confident as the other foolish mare leaders that have taken other claims in the Commons. Not to mention, she has another male's scent all over her hide. Here, she seems almost hesitant despite her clear intention of escorting the slender black mare away. This behavior is made even stranger by the fact that she was clearly swollen with someone's foal, and yet had braved the ocean to swim here to make a claim, seemingly oblivious to the risk to her unborn. What drove her here?

As he paces to a halt, his gaze goes first to the obvious newcomer as he inclines his head in greeing, a grin winding it's way onto his lips. He sure couldn't take the claim away from the smaller mare, but that didn't mean he couldn't show up for a little bit of conversation. As he addresses the spotted mare, his attention slides to her, the grin widening.

"Surely you don't mean to spirit her away to lands unknown without even giving her the courtesy of asking for her name." Sol tips his head slightly, before turning his attention back to the darkly shaded mare. "It'd be the epitome of rudeness. And a little suspect, if we're being honest."

"I'm Solomon, of the Cove." He says with a flick of his tail, one hip cocking as he settles to a halt. "What are your names, ladies?"

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