Common

Solomon

Something pulled him from the Cove. It wasn't a sense of wanderlust or a need for adventure, as those were not things that could tear him from his home and children. It was a feeling that if he did not get moving, he would miss out on something he had wanted for a very long time.

His coat had finished drying as he passed the borders of the Peak into the Crossing itself, more than grateful to leave the shadow of the mare sanctuary behind. In all truth, it was not that he hated mares or hated that mares had a place to go to seek sanctuary. If the Peak were truly a place for mares to go to learn from other mares and become stronger, his hatred would not exist as strongly as it did. It was natural for young mares to rebel, and for mares to want other mares more than they wanted a stallion. And as much as he would prefer for those individuals to seek respite within a herd, he understood the need for a Peak-like land. What he had seen, however, was that the Peak was inhabited by bitter harpies that did everything they could to undermine traditional herd structure.

Most got themselves pregnant by strangers and raised more man hating whelps while putting themselves and their livelihood at risk by constantly fighting. It was sheer absurdity.

His thoughts of Wasp and his clashes with her kingdom are roughly shoved aside when he spots her. Tavas stands like a golden goddess carved from fragments of the sun itself, and he cannot tear his gaze away. For a long moment he stands, watching her with admiration and an innate desire to possess her. He puzzles over why the daughter of the Tinuvel King has chosen to come to the Common grounds as if she were no different than the average mare. It would make him question Warsaw's grip on his offspring if it were not for the fact that he was absurdly irritated that she had not come to him upon her freedom.

It was a knock to his ego that he had not expected to endure, and it is only the appearance of the vibrantly pale stallion that knocks him free of his musings and admiration.

Solomon does not call to her as he approaches, being as that he approaches from her front where she may easily see him. His emerald gaze roves over the other stallion, but does not recognize him. In all of the travels Solomon has already done, crisscrossing the various isles in search of his lost family and new mares, he has not seem this stranger, and doubts that he has managed to establish himself in the few months that Sol has been sequestered. Whoever he was, he didn't seem like such a threat. Not in a mood to repeat the fiasco with Raider so many months ago, Solomon inclines his head slightly in acknowledgment.

His attention does not waver from the glittering mare for long and he settles before her with an inclination of his head and a wry grin. "It's been far too long, Tavas."

He is not sure what the two have discussed before he got his head out of his ass, but he is fairly certain that it is the same inane wordplay that happens everywhere across these isles. "Decided to choose your own fate, I take it?"

Inwardly he kicks himself for not seeking her out sooner. Approaching Warsaw to ask for Tavas had crossed his mind multiple times after their brief meeting, but it had been pushed to the wayside for far too long. Now, it seemed that she was tired of waiting for him. And judging from the fact that she had not gone to the Cove when freed implied that she was displeased with him.

"I hope it's not too late to sway your path back towards Tinuvel." He offers the words with genuine hope that it is not too late, but he watches carefully for her reaction. She was a daughter of royalty, and he had no doubt that she could ever so politely tell him to fuck off if she had grown tired of him.

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