Falls

Solomon

At the colt's initial question, Solomon hadn't answered as almost immediately the colt was sprinting across the open space toward the grullo. This was exactly what the tobiano had expected to happen and he watched it with the same strange mix of mirth and annoyance. Sauron only wanted his assistance when Bjorn wasn't around, which while it was exactly as it should be, still left the taller stallion with a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't like to be used either.

Once the mare begins to move however, his attention is kept upon her. This is due in no small part by her small pearl of laughter that breaks her silence first, before she put words together. Sol is relieved to know that she speaks the common tongue and not the same nonsense that Bjorn used. As she asserts herself as being fine, he makes a low sound in his throat; Sol didn't believe her in the slightest.

The wild look in her eyes belies some other tragedy. Be it as mild as an exhausting swim through the turbulent ocean or something far darker, he does not know. But no creature, save perhaps a very trusting foal, would ever remain beached on the sandy shores with three unknown creatures surrounding them if they were truly fine. As she inquires as to her location, Solomon lets Bjorn take the lead, although he does not miss the fact that the grullo stallion makes no reference or audible greeting to himself and he represses a smirk at the thought.

Sol had a suspicion he'd gotten under his skin somewhere along the line.

As Bjorn finishes, Solomon extends his muzzle to the prone mare in greeting, allowing her to meet his own for an exchange of breaths if she wishes. His voice is mild as he introduces himself smoothly, letting the rudeness of the stallion be dismissed for now. "And I of Solomon, of the Cove, where the colt also resides."

He withdraws from her space slowly, allowing his gaze to rise over to Bjorn and Sauron. There was no denying the family resemblance between the two of them, and not for the first time, Solomon finds himself eager for the Spring. His own children would soon join the world and bring the Cove back to life with their siblings. The land needed it, being far too quiet as it was.

Solomon nods once, as if agreeing to Bjorn's earlier statement. Solomon may not possess the same view of morality as the self-righteous grullo, but he was not nearly as callous as some may think him to be. He hadn't missed the way the wet mare shivered against the frigid ground. "If you can stand, you are welcome to lean against me to share warmth."

He flicks his gaze over to the nearest strand of trees, but decides that walking may yet be out of the question.

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