Solomon

Solomon has had time to imagine a few ways that this encounter might go before it even begins. Half of him expects the Tinuvel King to simply chase him from the land without even entertaining an audience. Another part of him expects the stallion to not be here, to still be away fighting in the war on everyone's lips. What he does not expect, however, is the bloodied mess of a stallion that does appear.

Silently, the tobiano watches Warsaw approach, ears tipped toward the battered stallion. His condition raises a good number of other questions. Was the war over? Had they lost?

Perhaps even more important than those questions was the impression that the grey stallion was trying to impart. As far as Solomon could tell, the grey had either gone suicidal or was supremely confident that Sol wouldn't dare to take him out. The latter wasn't necessarily true, although it was highly unlikely. He had nothing to gain from taking out Warsaw, especially considering that he would likely turn any other possible allies against himself in doing so.

Before he can introduce himself, a fierce cry rips across the land, leaving no doubt as to the emotions of it's owner. They are quickly joined by a white dipped mare who seems to be annoyed at the tobiano as though it were her responsibility to greet strangers and he'd somehow rudely broken etiquette by arriving. An eyebrow cocks as he considers the possibility that he's horribly misjudged the stallion he's come to speak to and a frown passes over his lips like a passing cloud. Her scolding is met with neutrality, although this is a direct result of intentional effort. Were he not here to make a first impression, his hackles would likely be rising at being addressed by an unknown mare as though he were a naughty foal.

Thus, it is with a neutral expression that Solomon greets the leaders of the Inlet with a tip of his aristocratic head and his own name coolly spoken.. "Solomon."

He considers responding to her first, but he is unsure of the dynamic here and it is ultimately Warsaw who he wants on his side. Sol decides that he will not disrespect the rude mare, but nor will he assign her a higher importance than the king. His gaze is calm but calculating as he prepares to read Warsaw's expression. "I currently have my own herd in the Cove, opposite Shaydowfax."

He'd heard enough of Shaydowfax's mysterious ability to court luck and win against a seasoned stallion like Warsaw while still repeatedly failing to earn the one thing she claimed to hold most dear. Then again, despite her claiming that she did it all for the children, she had multiple foals by multiple sires that had little to do with any of their fathers. Nor had she, in Sol's opinion, really considered how reckless she was being by letting herself be impregnated while also being responsible for an entire herd.

The longer he lived in the Cove, separate but together still, the more it bothered him.

He turns to the splash mare next, his face still neutral. "As for your point, is it not an important time to do just that? Clearly the war did not come without cost, and I am not here to harm you or your family."

"In fact, I've actually come to see if there's a way to find a mutually beneficial partnership." He turns his attention to Warsaw as he says this, cocking a hind leg to further accentuate his point. Sol has not come here to take out the stallion or to torment his family. But surely there were others that would like to do just that? Not to mention, it's not her decision to make. If Warsaw was worried about Sol's intentions to such a degree, he could have sent someone else or simply not approached. In a way, she was almost undermining her king's authority by chastising a visitor her king had already greeted.

Still, in a way she reminds him of Daciana. Already the enchantress had proven that she had a knack for turning up when her presence was beneficial. It is this thought that softens some of Sol's earlier annoyance. While he may believe that a mare had no business leading a herd, he would not deny the power of an intelligent and loyal mare.

"I've heard that you have allies across the Isles, and the rumors I've heard suggest we share similar ideals on how a herd should be run, among other things." He lets that be it for now, not entirely sure how either of them will take it. Solomon has not had to wheel and deal here in the Isles before, although he has done so in the past. His position now, however, is not the same as it was when he was well established herd stallion with multiple grown children and a strong family presence as he had been back home. Here, he was little more than a busy newcomer with little else to speak to his abilities or accomplishments.

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