Common

He did not miss the glance Tavas shot him as they were joined by the boldly-marked male, and it only adds to his curiosity as he observes the shift in her demeanor when she speaks to Solomon. There is meaning under her words to which he is not privy, though he can guess at. He knows it is the nature of a band stallion to collect a herd. Kendry believes it is fair to guess —having no direct experience himself— that the mares within those herds do desire some distinction among their fellows, though he handles that assumption loosely until it is confirmed by Solomon's reply to her. What else must have transpired between them in the Cove, for Tavas to have chosen the Commons and risk a stranger over a standing offer of a home with a stallion she knows? From what little he's heard it sounds as if the Inlet is a quieter territory compared to the bustling Cove; perhaps she prefers a more intimate group. Kendry's blue eyes flick to Solomon as his curiosity grows.

"Not yet," he replies, though he includes Tavas as he speaks. "Never seen Salem, either, though I've been to Atlantis. Sticky place," he frowns as he recalls the storm that tossed him onto the shores of Gnome's home in Paradise and the humidity that frazzled every bit of hair on his body when he ventured into Bjorn's Ridge. "I was born in the Prairie. Luthien's almost all trees, and like I said too lacking in snow for my tastes. I've spent most of my life here on the Crossing. Hence my post on the welcoming committee," he adds with a grin directed at Tavas before his expression falters and fades.

Kendry loves the Crossing. He has, perhaps in error, allowed the judgment of another influence his actions of late. Before he allows his hooves to lead him back to the Lagoon, however, he must at least go see the northern isle of which he's been dreaming for the better part of a year. His one-sided attachment to the idea of a mare has kept him tethered and listless for too long, and he shrugs one shoulder as if to discard these metaphorical (and entirely self-placed) bonds as he looks to Solomon and rolls his dice. "Sounds like you've a sizable herd in the Cove. You looking for a second stallion to help keep eyes on your borders? The elements don't bother me and I can hold my own in a skirmish, be it against the hooved or clawed. My herd would be small enough not to strain the land's resources— three, maybe four mares to call my own. I'm not looking to build a kingdom." He does, however, desire a family, and to be the sire to his sons and daughters that he himself had never had. A territory separate from the Crossing seems the most ideal place to make that happen, though if fate decrees otherwise Kendry will finally concede.