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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love



Solomon
Solomon did indeed enjoy the company of mares, as evidenced by the burgeoning size of the herd he managed in the Cove. The relationship he shared with each of them varied greatly, with Coda remaining hardly agreeable while many of the others had come to him of their own volition to populate the shores of his home. Many of them carried evidence of their pairing in the swell of their bodies and he eagerly awaited the arrival of his first crop of children on these Isles.

All of this however, is very far from his mind at the moment. The thought of conceiving a child with her has already passed through his mind fleetingly, but he lingers more now on on this game of give and take that they play. Again his eyes trace the path her tail takes over the shape of her haunches, and he knows that she taunts him on purpose, aware of the hunger with which he watches her. Her words rouse him to, and an amused chuckle ripples from him to accompany the crooked grin on his lips.

He certainly isn't sorry for her distraction either.

Solomon cannot help the flicker of surprise on his features as she agrees to his flippant commentary; as much as he wanted to see this golden beauty within the shores of the Cove, he hadn't expected her to acquiesce so easily. Clearly it wasn't an offer to stay with him permanently, but being able to enjoy her company for a few more hours was certainly an offer he would leap at. Not to mention, she was more qualified than most to give him an up close and personal assessment of the Tinuvel King and his allies.

If he could tear his mind from her for long enough to discuss business, that was.

"I don't think any rational man could turn down an offer like that, Tavas." The grin on his lips deepens and he shifts his position as though to indicate they could leave as soon as she wanted. He would be more than happy to follow the sway of her hips or stride along at her shoulder, whichever the golden princess desired. Solomon knew that she was manipulating him with the swipes of her tail and the flutter of those delicate pale lashes, just as much as he was attempting to do the same.

They were both good at their craft, and he found himself thrilled with their dance anew.

Somehow he doubts that the golden princess of Tinuvel is unfamiliar with any territory, Cove included, on her home island, but the motive behind this possible ploy was not yet revealed to him. There is potential, perhaps, for this to backfire on him. After all, he does not know Warsaw, nor does he know what the King's reaction would be to an unknown stallion courting his daughter. This is not enough to dissuade him, however.

He will deal with such fallout if it comes his way. He had an inkling Tavas would be worth it.

"I will follow whenever you are ready to leave." The smirk and twinkle in his eye are enough to indicate why exactly it is he would be happy to follow behind such a comely young mare.

OOC: End it here and pick up a new thread in the Cove or Inlet?
Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove


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