Falls

Though Solomon attempts to lighten the situation with his dry humor, Xiomara does not take the bait. The blue roan’s expression remains the same as her gaze watches him as if in judgement. She was not here to jest, or even make a friend. Though she supposed that could be argued if they were to be allies. Thankfully Solomon seemed to get the point and jump to the matter at hand where Xiomara finally indulged him to conversation.


“As with every being, we grow and find new ways of thinking.” Xiomara replied. “Typically, when one offers an alliance, it is paired with a gift. As I have nothing to show for my efforts, it leaves me in the position to firmly refuse your offer.” The Queen stated. For Solomon to think he could threaten her otherwise, when he had yet to best her in battle, would make every word he said sound hollow.


“But…” she said before he could argue. “With the changes in my life, I have found different value in things, such as lineage. If you truly wish for us to be allies, then you will send a daughter born of you and one of your Queens to be courted by whichever son of mine she chooses.” Rather than tie them by the blood of a child between them, Xiomara wanted to ensure the start of her heir’s herd. It was the same tie she had known Warsaw to make with Rougaru.