Meadow

Solomon

The mare is friendly enough as he approaches, her face as open as it could be for a mare being approached by a stallion she did not know. Even more intriguing is the playful air she takes at his mention of his home, and a returning grin begins to form across his own lips until his bark of laughter interrupts it. The thought of allowing himself to be owned by a mare, even one as accomplished as Shaydowfax, was laughable.

"Not quite, pretty one. I am not among those that she can call her own."As he settles and she continues however, he notices the sour expression replace the playful one and his eyes narrow in thought. Clearly she was familiar with the politics of the island, even though the Cove currently did little to collaborate with the Bay or the Inlet. This suggested she had been involved with the politics for at least some time, which would be unusual enough to suggest she was either a child born of Tinuvel or a lead mare. She seemed fairly young, not that stallions didn't appoint young and inexperienced mares as their leaders, but he would bet it was because she had been raised in this atmosphere.

Moments later the girl confirms his suspicions and another grin spreads over his lips. That would explain why the pretty palomino knew so much about the Cove herd, despite the fact that he had not seen her lingering in it. He would remember her face, he was sure.

"Ah, that would explain a great deal then, Tavas. My courtesies to the King." He tilts his head slightly as he considers her, allowing himself to cock a hind leg in relaxation. Perhaps this interaction could be something that he draws upon when he does eventually visit Warsaw? He knew little of what to expect from the King, only that their beliefs may align, from the whispers bandied about the Isles. "Shaydowfax does indeed currently lay claim to the Cove, but Requiem and I thankfully retain separate herds, out of her grasp."

After a beat he continues, his gaze watching her closely for a reaction. "You don't seem to be a fan of hers, I'm guessing?"

Solomon wouldn't be the slightest bit surprised if the buckskin mare had wronged the pretty palomino. He was grateful for the protection that Shaydowfax offered, but he would certainly be glad when she was gone and he would be free to dictate the rules as he saw fit. Her priorities were vastly different from his own, and while he had originally considered this little more than an inconvenience, it was quickly growing to be something that he needed to deal with himself, and quickly.

Coda may have brought the wrath of the Peak upon the herd with her failed escape attempt, but Shay had further fanned the flames, and now that she resembled a walking blimp, was hardly able to protect any of the Cove residents from danger should it arise.

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