Falls

Xiomara had assumed that with Solomon’s giant herd, he would have more to offer her. But the stallion is ever greedy, only offering her a child of a lesser mare, though she knows he cannot help what does not exist. For a moment, the blue queen nearly refuses. A child of a lesser woman would equal to a lesser child. But she supposes this is not always the case, as she had seen Velahn grow in a much stronger way than her mother despite never meeting her sire.


“I accept, for now.” Xiomara replied. “Should I suspect the daughter you send to my sons is not happy with the position, or strong enough to hold the title she would carry, then we will need to renegotiate.” Although Solomon had been right, his daughter would not be held prisoner, Xiomara refused to be left empty handed yet again. She expected Solomon to respect this, as he had so easily been able to take Ensign back into his fold and it would ensure whatever child stayed in the shore to be happy.


“If we have an accord, Solomon, you may return to your awaiting herd. I am sure they are eager for your company.” she said, and for the first time, a small smirk tugged at Xiomara’s pink lips. She knew her company was nothing in comparison to the warm embrace of his loyal women, and it would be cruel to keep his away any longer. Despite how enticing that might seem. “When Ensign returns to the Shore, your daughter may accompany her so that she will be with someone familiar and may travel with the safety of an adult.”