Common

It is not the first time that Solomon has approached a mare that was unimpressed by him, and probably not the last. His words roll off of her like water from a duck's back, and gain no visible traction that he can see. In fact, it almost appears as though his words have had the opposite effect, and have pushed the enigmatic mare further away from his intended outcome.

Working to suppress a smile, Solomon nods before speaking again. "I had to try something, Oksana; I couldn't very well leave you all alone out here."

Solomon gestures to the open field that sprawls out around them before turning back to her. "It is the Commons, after all. If I didn't come up and try my hand anyone one of them could've come and laid claim to you before I got to say hello." Somewhere out in the field a young stallion was attempting to do just that, although it appeared as though his attempt was about to be thwarted by another stallion. Solomon could have just as easily laid his teeth into her pretty taupe hide and escorted her by force back to the Cove. In truth, a part of him almost regretted not doing so in the face of the uphill battle this conversation seemed destined to turn into.

"As for the Cove," he continues, his emerald gaze affixing back to her. "It is pretty, but I wouldn't say impressive all on it's own necessarily. I suppose you could come see for yourself, if you wanted to." Not that Solomon had any particular plan to give her a choice in the end, but he'd highly prefer that she come willingly so that he might have some hope of her staying in the long term. "If I wanted to boast, I could claim I was the King of an entire island, and you would be none the wiser." Of course, he was still King of Tinuvel, but it was hardly something that he wanted to boast about in the open. From his limited experience, boasting about his position was far more likely to earn his trouble than it was to garner him praise. "Unless you come from these islands …?"

He trailed off into a question, his head cocking subtly to the side. Cold-hearted interviewing had never really been his style, but he sincerely doubted that Oksana would welcome a cuddle. For now, he would have to settle for the give and take of conversation until he was able to wedge himself beneath the armor that she wore.

Solomon