Meadow

Solomon

He shouldn't be here.

Solomon knew that he had promised himself that he would stay with his herd through the harshest weeks of winter to help them acclimate to one another. After all, he'd had a busy Fall season. His herd had sprouted obscenely quickly from no mares to six beautiful girls for him to call his own. And yet, here he was, chilled water still sliding over the hard lines of his figure.

There was some kind of sick allure to the unknown of the common areas. A challenge he could not turn down, no matter how much good sense urged him to turn his fuzzy rump around and plunge back into the icy waters.

Sol figured that as long as he avoided the Commons, he wasn't being irrational. He'd told himself after the last mess of an encounter in the Commons that he would stay away until he found the golden mare again. Marzanna may have been given the illusion of choice in their last interaction, but he had every intention of showing her why he was the only choice that mattered. At least, that's what he told himself. He hadn't come here looking for another mare, but he damn sure wasn't going to turn down one walking alone.

That was why he had noticed her at first.

The Meadow was uncommonly busy for the season, chock full of equines of various sizes mingling with one another in small groups. Opportunities to find anyone - be they mare or stallion - alone, were becoming more slim, but there she was. She seemed to study everything around her, as if new to the Isles and he can't help but to think that she looks vulnerable. Like easy prey.

Solomon moves from his sunny spot toward the girl, unleashing a soft whicker of greeting that flares the dark rims of his nostrils as he draws closer. As he reaches the mare, he matches her ambling pace. He's not shy about how his gaze dips back to admire the curves of the girl he travels alongside as he settles into position. Small or not, the mare was well put together, and even without the lure of the past season, he felt drawn to her.

She'd be pretty in the Cove.

He breaks from this thought with a grin, inclining his head in greeting. "Just arrived have you?"

OOC: Sorry! Got distracted from this like 10x while I was writing it.

Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove