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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.
Posted on April 24, 2020 at 10:36:20 PM by Solomon
Solomon
The spotted girl bites back, attempting to dress him down but earns only his amusement instead. It seems he has gotten under her pretty skin. He would very much like to keep his nose where it didn't belong, thank you very much. Especially if it kept him in contact with such fascinating company. However, like a mother scolding naughty children, the slender black mare steps forward with her uniquely curled ears tipped back and a repirmanding look flicking between the two of them. It spawns a wry grin along his charcoal lips as he watches her, enjoying the fierceness the mare exudes.
She claims to not be a warrioress, but he does not believe this to be true. The slender girl may not fight with hooves and teeth and blood, but he imagines that given the right incentive, her words could cut deep to the quick of a man and render him impotent in other ways. Quickly she turns back to him, and he expects words to match the annoyance she had shown him only moments before. Instead, she offers him a question and his eyes flicker with renewed interest.
The answer that rises first in his mind, courtesy of his upbringing is strength. Strength directly translated to one's ability to protect that which was his own, whether that be his family, home or honor. But that was only half the story. Solomon could be the strongest in the land, but that did not ensure his family would always be safe. If he wore himself thin with battle after battle, or allied himself with cowards that would not lift a finger to help his cause, then he would lose as surely as the sun planned to set in the evening.
Nor would wisdom alone suffice. Sometimes there are no amount of pretty words or backhanded schemes that can cover up your lack of strength. A true king needed both in which to succeed in this world. A lack of either would leave you vulneable.
He gathers to speak, but she beats him to the punch and his grin broadens. Normally he would find offense in the no-nonsense way she interrupts and bosses and bullies, but with no skin in the game he finds that he enjoys the back and forth. She is right, of course, citing that both were required, and further delights him with the assertation that she will come visit the Cove. It is not so wonderful as the mare outright agreeing to live there, but it is a step toward it.
And considering how the Coda ordeal had turned out, perhaps it was better for him to get to know a few of these mares before he brought them home.
Nzingha's speech seems to have given Feray time to regather her thoughts and she attempts to convince her new claim to leave with her, before the weather turned. He assumes that this is largely a ploy to get her away from him and he doesn't particularly mind. Nzingha had already assured him that he would see her again, which was already more than he had planned to accomplish in this little scenario. With a courtly bow of his head, filled with as much sarcasm as one movement can be Sol acknowledges her departure.
"Oh I'm very certain they will, Feray." His gaze rests on her, wanting to catch the reaction on her glass face before he turns to the black mare in question. The devilishness of the last few moments fades and he watches her somberly for a moment, knowing that his flippancy will not earn him credit with her. "Until then Nzingha, take care of yourself."
With one last inclination of his head, he turns back toward the mare he had claimed earlier, leaving the pair of them to sort out their departure.
She claims to not be a warrioress, but he does not believe this to be true. The slender girl may not fight with hooves and teeth and blood, but he imagines that given the right incentive, her words could cut deep to the quick of a man and render him impotent in other ways. Quickly she turns back to him, and he expects words to match the annoyance she had shown him only moments before. Instead, she offers him a question and his eyes flicker with renewed interest.
The answer that rises first in his mind, courtesy of his upbringing is strength. Strength directly translated to one's ability to protect that which was his own, whether that be his family, home or honor. But that was only half the story. Solomon could be the strongest in the land, but that did not ensure his family would always be safe. If he wore himself thin with battle after battle, or allied himself with cowards that would not lift a finger to help his cause, then he would lose as surely as the sun planned to set in the evening.
Nor would wisdom alone suffice. Sometimes there are no amount of pretty words or backhanded schemes that can cover up your lack of strength. A true king needed both in which to succeed in this world. A lack of either would leave you vulneable.
He gathers to speak, but she beats him to the punch and his grin broadens. Normally he would find offense in the no-nonsense way she interrupts and bosses and bullies, but with no skin in the game he finds that he enjoys the back and forth. She is right, of course, citing that both were required, and further delights him with the assertation that she will come visit the Cove. It is not so wonderful as the mare outright agreeing to live there, but it is a step toward it.
And considering how the Coda ordeal had turned out, perhaps it was better for him to get to know a few of these mares before he brought them home.
Nzingha's speech seems to have given Feray time to regather her thoughts and she attempts to convince her new claim to leave with her, before the weather turned. He assumes that this is largely a ploy to get her away from him and he doesn't particularly mind. Nzingha had already assured him that he would see her again, which was already more than he had planned to accomplish in this little scenario. With a courtly bow of his head, filled with as much sarcasm as one movement can be Sol acknowledges her departure.
"Oh I'm very certain they will, Feray." His gaze rests on her, wanting to catch the reaction on her glass face before he turns to the black mare in question. The devilishness of the last few moments fades and he watches her somberly for a moment, knowing that his flippancy will not earn him credit with her. "Until then Nzingha, take care of yourself."
With one last inclination of his head, he turns back toward the mare he had claimed earlier, leaving the pair of them to sort out their departure.
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