Falls

Solomon

They'd left early in the morning, the waning winter sun doing it's best to warm the frigid banks of the Cove as they swam away. Sol had worried about the colt making the swim, but he figured he needed to get away from the flanks of his dam if he was to do any sort of growth as an eventual herd stallion. The world was vastly different with the umbrella of your mother coloring and shaping your every action.

Solomon wasn't entirely sure the colt had heeded his decree to ask Shaydowfax for permission before accompanying him, but nor was he particularly bothered by the prospect of the colt not doing so. Sure, his mother be upset that he'd left home with her precious son, but the colt was a weanling and bound to get in any amount of trouble. It came with the Y gene. And Sol wasn't going to abandon him, even if he did cramp his style a little bit. He'd do his best to help the colt grow, even though his own father had more or less left his upbringing to the fates.

Still, they had washed ashore together and moved inland. Despite winter having it's grip on the Commons, it was still warmer here by far than it was back home and he relished in the feeling. They had huddled together to get warm, Sol answering questions while they thawed and dried off until at last he deemed them ready to be social.

"Where do you want to wait for company?" Sol asks as they walk forward, one ear still titled toward his companion.

Flicking the strands of his caramel tail across his haunches, he sauntered forward, one ear tipped back for the palomino colt. As he waited for either a new arrival or the inevitable barrage of questions, he reached for a snippet of grass and cast his glance around at all the mares and stallions gathered here. Solomon wasn't sure what had happened, but the population of the Isles was booming.

OOC: Sauron first, then open to anyone!

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