Common

Solomon

Solomon's green gaze flicked back to the lavendar colored mare as she scooted away from him, a repressed smiled flickering on his lips. Yes, she apparently had some sort of idea of what he had just done and was not necessarily enthusiastic about it. However, she didn't flee from the grouping or necessitate chase in any way, so he stayed relaxed and even tilted a hind hoof. Sol extended his muzzle toward the taller mare once more with a more open smile, as though to encourage her back in, but turns his attention back to the patchwork pony as she spills her tale.

As she questions where she is, and then speaks of her color and situation, Solomon listens but does not interrupt. If he was being honest, the knowledge that the girl freely admitted to showing off was a bit of a red flag for him. The act itself was less of a concern, as most creatures showed off at least a little bit. Her admission ofi, however, suggested that she was either so vain that she saw no problem in doing and admitting such a thing, or it implied that she had been recently humbled and regretted it.

His charcoal lips part for a reply when the mare he'd touched speaks up and steals his attention again. For the most part, he is baffled by her words. Earthstomping? He thinks back to the way that the patchwork mare had spoken before he offers a reply, although it is hardly more educated than Earthstomping.

"My granddam always said they were caused by something very angry underground, but we didn't have to deal with them often. I think the story she told me involved giant bee's, but it's been a long time since I've heard." His family had been based in the glacial forest of his grandsire, and in the land from which he originated, such earth shaking events happened near the drier, desert-like lands with far more frequency than in his homeland. This brings him back around to looking at Neala. "Unfortunately Neala, you are likely far from home. Most, I think, end up here on these Lost Isles by accident. More specifically, you are on the Common isle, where most go to find a home."

The long strands of his auburn tail flick across his haunches as he lets these words settle for a moment before he turns back to Darwin. "Have you newly come to the Isles as well, or are you from one of the main islands?"

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