Meadow

Solomon

Solomon does not miss the flick of her tail, nor the way it draws his attention to her more womanly assests. He was certainly not immune to her charms and while Fall no longer saturated the land with the ripeness of new life to be created, there was always next year. The tobiano knew he should not allow himself to be distracted by such thoughts, especially considering her lineage, but it is a pleasant idea that he would be sure to ruminate on later. He had slowly become to realize that he had a type, and he wouldn't deny his attraction to the rich gold sheen of her coat or the pale strands of her tail.

It is a flash of an expression in her eyes that draws him away from this appreciation. It's much too fast for him to identify the emotion or the cause, but he notes it anyway, absently wondering what information he had inadvertantly given away.

She doesn't give him long to linger on this thought, however, quickly offering a quip regarding the buckskin mare that elicits a chuckle from Solomon and a bob of his head. Shaydowfax had certainly done plenty to earn the ire of plenty of equines on the isles. The more he learned about her, the less he enjoyed his remaining time with her.

As his name leaves her lips he grins, enjoying the sound of it rolling from her tongue. It was true that he enjoyed the company of most mares, but there was something different about knowing her background. Her family had something to do with it, that was for certain, but it was more than that. Her innate confidence in her own alure had certainly had and effect, but he thought it was likely the spark of intelligence in her eyes and knowledgeable way she seemed to be dancing around subjects without giving too much away herself that had solidified his fascination with her. She had him thinking of the advantages he could gain with her at his side. She was a prize, in more ways than one and he made a mental note to watch out for her.

Her step closer has his neck bowing further into an arch, a wry grin spreading across his lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was enjoying every minute of it. Her question brings a brief flash of Marzanna to mind. The darker gold mare had incited his possessiveness and sent him to the common lands in search of her, but Marzanna would have to wait. The elusive girl had slipped the chains of his grasp thanks to an annoying bachelor and Bjorn, but thoughts of her could wait for the moment.

"I've come to retrieve someone of mine that got a little lost on the way home." He offers as he mimics her step forward, green eyes bright. He'd like to trace the line of her shoulder up to the ridge of her withers, but he refrains. Solomon would not overstep his bounds here, although he doesn't stop his gaze from trailing the same path over her skin.

"Although if you're hunting for a new home of your own, I wouldn't mind putting that on hold and showing you the delights the Cove has to offer." There is humor in his tone, although he is serious. Marzanna could wait if it meant taking this beauty home; Sol is not naive enough to assume that she has come to the Meadow to seek out a home of her own. Likely, either she already has a home of her own or Warsaw dictates where his elegant daughter goes, whether she likes it or not. That wouldn't stop him from teasing her though.

"I doubt however," a smirk touches his lips as he returns his gaze to hers. "That you don't already have some stallion wrapped around your pretty little hoof."

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