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Posted on August 30, 2020 at 01:17:09 AM by Solomon
Solomon
Solomon trekked across the dusky evening with no concrete purpose in mind. The loss of Ensign had kept him from sleep through the night as he worried that she, like Morgause, would be lost to him forever in the depths of the warrior Queen's home. He was perhaps not as close to the golden mare as he would like to be, but her effervescent joy was infectious and he knew the Cove could always use more light after the brutal fall and winter they'd just been through.
His path cut him crossways through the Commons at a diagonal slant, half of his mind worrying over Ensign, and the other half contemplating seeking Ylva out again. The pink mare was like an enigma to him that he couldn't fully understand, and until she became somehow entirely unattainable, he was certain that he would continue to seek out her company.
Voices from nearby distracted him from this obsessive line of thinking and his head whipped up to orient in their direction. A black mare, her curvaceous figure highlighted by the falling dusk, stood next to a stallion of some sort of muddied draft breeding. Like Goose, he was not tall, but possessed more feathering than any one creature should know what to do with. From this distance, Solomon did not know of what topic they discussed, but studied as the stallion orchestrated his posture to be both non-threatening and non-dominant.
The last thing the Cove needed was more members, but had he not just been contemplating what he could do about Xiomara? The woman had dogged his every step since he had stepped onto these isles, and while he hoped that Ironclad's presence in the Shore would tame her slightly, he did not count on it. Feray's face came to mind as he considered this path, and while he didn't necessarily enjoy the thought of delivering a mare to the Shore, if it meant that he could have his lighthearted Ensign back, then he would.
The other stallion was a wildcard, but he did not carry himself like a band stallion. Nor did Solomon recognize him. That didn't mean he wasn't a leader, as Sol was hardly omniscient, but it gave him the impression that this was just another homeless creature looking for somewhere to go.
The lean tobiano oriented himself toward the pair and offered a quiet nicker as he approached, his dark-rimmed ears pricked in their direction to catch the mare's reply. "I would venture a guess because there are more than just fanged predators on the prowl tonight."
Solomon favors the mare with a smile before turning to the other stallion and inclining his head in greeting. Shifting to look upon both again, he continues. "My name is Solomon, of the Cove."
He is tempted to bring the darkly shaded mare home, to secure her amongst his other pretty mares where he could best protect them, but he resolves not to. Bringing anyone to the tundra-like Cove in the middle of winter was a lesson in cruelty that he would not inflict upon her. But Paradise? Who didn't want to over-winter in a place like the tropic beaches and jungles of the Shore?
"I was just on my way to visit a friend on the tropical beach of her home, the Shore, and thought I'd see if you two wanted to keep me company? Their herd has been looking to grow, so if you like it there you could stay." It was a risk to dangle this in front of two strangers, but he had to do something. Solomon had promised Ensign a vacation in the Shore, and it would hardly be that if he didn't orchestrate a way to get her back.
OOC: Claim is for Capella, but he's inviting both of them along.
His path cut him crossways through the Commons at a diagonal slant, half of his mind worrying over Ensign, and the other half contemplating seeking Ylva out again. The pink mare was like an enigma to him that he couldn't fully understand, and until she became somehow entirely unattainable, he was certain that he would continue to seek out her company.
Voices from nearby distracted him from this obsessive line of thinking and his head whipped up to orient in their direction. A black mare, her curvaceous figure highlighted by the falling dusk, stood next to a stallion of some sort of muddied draft breeding. Like Goose, he was not tall, but possessed more feathering than any one creature should know what to do with. From this distance, Solomon did not know of what topic they discussed, but studied as the stallion orchestrated his posture to be both non-threatening and non-dominant.
The last thing the Cove needed was more members, but had he not just been contemplating what he could do about Xiomara? The woman had dogged his every step since he had stepped onto these isles, and while he hoped that Ironclad's presence in the Shore would tame her slightly, he did not count on it. Feray's face came to mind as he considered this path, and while he didn't necessarily enjoy the thought of delivering a mare to the Shore, if it meant that he could have his lighthearted Ensign back, then he would.
The other stallion was a wildcard, but he did not carry himself like a band stallion. Nor did Solomon recognize him. That didn't mean he wasn't a leader, as Sol was hardly omniscient, but it gave him the impression that this was just another homeless creature looking for somewhere to go.
The lean tobiano oriented himself toward the pair and offered a quiet nicker as he approached, his dark-rimmed ears pricked in their direction to catch the mare's reply. "I would venture a guess because there are more than just fanged predators on the prowl tonight."
Solomon favors the mare with a smile before turning to the other stallion and inclining his head in greeting. Shifting to look upon both again, he continues. "My name is Solomon, of the Cove."
He is tempted to bring the darkly shaded mare home, to secure her amongst his other pretty mares where he could best protect them, but he resolves not to. Bringing anyone to the tundra-like Cove in the middle of winter was a lesson in cruelty that he would not inflict upon her. But Paradise? Who didn't want to over-winter in a place like the tropic beaches and jungles of the Shore?
"I was just on my way to visit a friend on the tropical beach of her home, the Shore, and thought I'd see if you two wanted to keep me company? Their herd has been looking to grow, so if you like it there you could stay." It was a risk to dangle this in front of two strangers, but he had to do something. Solomon had promised Ensign a vacation in the Shore, and it would hardly be that if he didn't orchestrate a way to get her back.
OOC: Claim is for Capella, but he's inviting both of them along.
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