Common

Solomon

It is evident, from his first approach, that the dark mare does not hold him in the same regard that she does the spotted mare that stands opposite. Hardly has his introduction passed his lips than her own are turning into a dissatisfied frown, as though he has committed an egregious error already. Considering the exotic syllables of her name, he can only assume that it has something to do with a custom from her homeland. Nonplussed, the long strands of his amber tail flick across his haunches as she elaborated beyond her exotic sounding name.

She references the spirits, and while he had meant it only as a turn of phrase, her cold offense to his inadvertant flippancy reminds him of Daciana. Solomon had no doubt that the spotted seeress would not hesitate to serve him to the wolves if he offended her. A fond grin twitches at the corner of his lips at the memory, though it is quickly suppressed as his green gaze flits to the spotted mare.

Feray's displeasure was expected, and does not ruffle him. Of course she would not be happy that a strange stallion had approached in the middle of her attempt to claim the mare. However, the subsequent play of emotions across her pretty face is amusing to watch and he finds that he is enjoying her lack of of a mask. So many equines, himself included, hide the control of their own emotions to maks their intentions or thoughts. It was a skill he had been taught as a young child and had practiced religiously ever since as it had the potential to save him both time and trouble in many situations.

He wonders, momentarily, what she would look like in the Cove. Fortunately, he abandons this thought rather quickly. There was far too much to do in his homeland already for him to worry about stealing away some high ranking mare from a stallion he does not yet have a quarrel with. He would remember her name though. Feray.

As the spotted girl goes on to explain her purpose here, a chuckle ripples from him. Perhaps he should have quelled it, but he knows that he will not win with either of these mares today. The first few minutes had been enough to tell him that the black mare was as fascinated with Feray as he was, and even if he had been able to tempt her to visit the Cove, it would be to the glass girl that the claim went. Still, the presumption that she had risked her life to come here only to ensure the safety of her family was interesting. "How very generous of you, to risk the life of you and your child to fetch more souls for a queen that would not make the trip herself."

The words are even, mask back in place as he eyes to the two of them evenly, shifting his weight to the opposite hip. He did not know who the mysterious 'her' was that Feray had mentioned, but he was already quite certain that they would not get along. Any mare that would allow, or even worse, encourage a mare in her condition to swim to the Common lands in the hope that there would be a new soul there to claim was reckless and foolhardy. Either that, or there was someone pulling harsh strings with no care for the wellbeing of the souls that carried out such deeds in their name. This thought has a questions rising to his lips once more. "I'm curious Feray, who is this mysterious mare that has you running errands for her?"

With a shrewd look he turns back to Nzingha, a wry smile touching his lips that does not soften the hard edges in his verdant gaze. "I hope the spirits that led you thus far continue to steer you in the right direction; but should should her promise fall flat, you would be welcome in the Cove, Nzingha."

Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove