Common

Solomon

Something in the Commons draws him in like a moth to the light, pulls him from his restless nights and deposits him on the open shores like driftwood.

Solomon has no business here, not now. His herd slumbers in the Cove, and while there are those that he trusts watching over them, there are still others that he is taking the measure of. The paired stallions Anawar and S'Gath have yet to make him feel settled in their presence, and he can only wait for the shoe to drop. It has been days, however, since he has left the borders of his glacial home and he yearns to see what other things he may yet poke his nose into.

As he travels the snow-chilled beaches, his green gaze alights on a figure that rises awkwardly from the sands. From this distance, he had assumed it to be little more than an awkwardly shaped rock, but now that it is moving and he can more clearly see the shape and color of it, he is intrigued. Not only because the shades of her hide are mesmerizing, but also because she clearly had not been approached yet, which was rare enough in the Commons to pique his interest.

As he tracked the fallen mare, another shadow moved against the snow-scoured lands of the Commons and he can barely make out the lavender tint of her coat as she too enters the clearing at a bustling trot. After the experience with Nzingha and Feray, he almost considers walking on in search of something more immediately rewarding but then reconsiders. Even if the secondary mare was bent on claiming the first, it would almost be worth it to get a better idea of the mare leaders in these Lost Isles.

With his own ground-eating trot the tobiano stallion follows behind, slowing only when he reaches the clearing. From here, he can barely hear the mare utter a word, presumably a name, followed by a rather intrusive question. From this distance, he chuckles, the sound rolling between them all as he continues to step forward to make a third point to the triangle.

It crosses his mind as he steps forward to simply drive them toward the ocean to force his claim upon them without wasting time with idle chit chat, but he does not feel that this is the time. The patched mare may be in a vulnerable enough state that he could make it work, but if he were to try it now it would only cause him headaches. And heavens knows that Sol does not need a repeat of the Coda incident now that the troublesome mare was out of the way. Both dark rimmed ears prick in their direction and he inclines his head in a single gesture to both.

"It is indeed a pretty color," Sol offers to the pony mare, he gaze shrewd as he looks upon her. Their withers are separated by nearly a foot and a half, and he feels a bit like a giraffe standing next to her. Solomon stretches his muzzle out to exchange breaths with the both of them, the plush charcoal skin of his nostrils flaring to take in their scents. The commons were far less enticing in Winter than they had been in Fall, but no less rewarding.

After her pulls away from the two, he stretches his muzzle out casually to touch the lavender coated mare's shoulder with a gentle brush. Solomon fully intends to escort both of the girls home to the Cove, but if he had to choose between them, he would mark the one closest to his height. Presumably any other males that planned to approach would be able to read his intentions and adjust accordingly. His intelligent gaze locks on her face as he addresses her smoothly, wondering if the lavender mare was aware of what these lands were and just what she had gotten into.

"Darwin, is it? I'm Solomon." A crooked grin twitches along his lips for her before he turns back to the as-yet unnamed mare, letting his gaze linger on her face appreciatively. "What should we call you? Are you hurt?"

Many would say that he was cruel or brutish, and would not necessarily be wrong, but he did have moment where civility shone first. He would offer to let her lean against him as he had others in the past, but he was not entirely sure how the girl would react, all things considered.

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