Posted on April 28, 2020 at 07:22:08 PM by Solomon
Solomon
Solomon's gaze is solemn as watches Warsaw, knowing that this was perhaps the most intense part of the discussion they would have today. He is not oblivious to the monumental request he has laid before the King of Tinuvel, nor is he unaware of his own shortcomings in this department. The tobiano is new and unproven, which is a huge risk in and of itself. Additionally, he has utilized a sworn enemy of the King in which to gain himself an advantage.
While not something he will ever quite be proud of, it remained an intelligent decision on his end.
With Shaydowfax's protection while he gathered his herd and familiarized himself with the isles, Solomon had been free to travel often with little worry over the safety of those that he claimed. This was largely how the tobiano had garnered his understanding of the political mess the Isles were in, and how he had come to a decision regarding his allegiances in the matter.
To know that Warsaw entertained the same ideals as himself made him an obvious choice as an ally, even if the monochromatic stallion had not granted himself the title of King. If they had been on more equal footing in this world, Solomon might have bucked the idea of being subservient to anyone, but the simple fact is they were not. Warsaw had a wealth of knowledge and power, both political and on the battlefield, whereas Sol's main claims to fame at the moment were largely his good looks and charm. Perhaps in years down the road there would be cause for the two stallions to butt heads, but today was not that day, and there were many years to build upon loyalty in between.
As Warsaw indicates that Requiem would have choice in the matter, Solomon nods. He had not intended to tell the pale golden stallion how he should live his life, and perhaps his choice of words were mistaken. Requiem could stay or go as he pleased with his quiet herd.
Next, he chastises Solomon and while it stings just a little to be addressed as a lesser being, he doesn't lash out. Emotional responses are by and large what got a stallion into trouble these days. If you could not separate your behavior from your thoughts then you were doomed to be beholden to them for the rest of your life. Both ears flick back momentarily in response, but he lets it pass and pushes back the annoyance for a later time.
The grey demands that Solomon offer his protection for the Inlet as well, which was to be expected and earns a nod from the tobiano stallion. Sol had simply assumed that this was part of being allies and would expect no less of any allies that he made himself. If you did not swear to protect your alliances, then what kind of alliance was it to begin with? Similarly, he had known that he would have to agree to Warsaw's Kingship in order to remain on the island, so this was no big surprise. Adjusting to accepting a Queen over his head was an idea that felt foreign to him for only the briefest of moments before he reminded himself of his father's advisor. She was a mare chosen to provide advice and guidance to the temperamental king, a way to temper his more extreme reactions.
Technically he had been on equal footing with the advisor, not subservient, but it was a close enough comparison that he knew he could live with. He would bow to both of them if that was what it took. Unfortunately it didn't appear as though the Tinuvel Queen was as willing to give him a chance as the King was if the looks she was sending him were any indication.
Warsaw then continues to outline his own focus and to further elaborate on his terms. Earl was not necessarily a title that Solomon was fond of, nor was the implication that he was simply a titleholder. It gave the impression that he could be easily replaced and exchanged for whomever would be better fit for the Cove. It did not align with Solomon's intention to simply hold onto the Cove as his new family's home into perpetuity, but he would accept it for what it was for now. Sol was hardly in a position to bargain for permanency in the Cove with Warsaw's blessing, and it was likely something that would only come up if the tobiano fucked something up badly.
As the gray winds down with his speech, Solomon nods in acceptance of his terms before verbally confirming as well. With Vita Nova's suspicion of him from the sidelines, he would not allow for doubt to the sincerity of his intentions to spread beyond her. "I am."
"Those are terms that I can accept. I swear my loyalty to you as my King, and she as the Queen, and to uphold and protect your monarchy on Tinuvel." As he swears to the Queen, his glance flicks to where she stands on guard with another subtle inclination of his head, and then back to Warsaw for the final words. After a brief pause to allow the words to settle, he continues once more. "I have not met many other leaders on the Isles, although the Peak is no fan of mine. Who should I be looking to as your other allies, and who should I be wary of on these isles?"
While not something he will ever quite be proud of, it remained an intelligent decision on his end.
With Shaydowfax's protection while he gathered his herd and familiarized himself with the isles, Solomon had been free to travel often with little worry over the safety of those that he claimed. This was largely how the tobiano had garnered his understanding of the political mess the Isles were in, and how he had come to a decision regarding his allegiances in the matter.
To know that Warsaw entertained the same ideals as himself made him an obvious choice as an ally, even if the monochromatic stallion had not granted himself the title of King. If they had been on more equal footing in this world, Solomon might have bucked the idea of being subservient to anyone, but the simple fact is they were not. Warsaw had a wealth of knowledge and power, both political and on the battlefield, whereas Sol's main claims to fame at the moment were largely his good looks and charm. Perhaps in years down the road there would be cause for the two stallions to butt heads, but today was not that day, and there were many years to build upon loyalty in between.
As Warsaw indicates that Requiem would have choice in the matter, Solomon nods. He had not intended to tell the pale golden stallion how he should live his life, and perhaps his choice of words were mistaken. Requiem could stay or go as he pleased with his quiet herd.
Next, he chastises Solomon and while it stings just a little to be addressed as a lesser being, he doesn't lash out. Emotional responses are by and large what got a stallion into trouble these days. If you could not separate your behavior from your thoughts then you were doomed to be beholden to them for the rest of your life. Both ears flick back momentarily in response, but he lets it pass and pushes back the annoyance for a later time.
The grey demands that Solomon offer his protection for the Inlet as well, which was to be expected and earns a nod from the tobiano stallion. Sol had simply assumed that this was part of being allies and would expect no less of any allies that he made himself. If you did not swear to protect your alliances, then what kind of alliance was it to begin with? Similarly, he had known that he would have to agree to Warsaw's Kingship in order to remain on the island, so this was no big surprise. Adjusting to accepting a Queen over his head was an idea that felt foreign to him for only the briefest of moments before he reminded himself of his father's advisor. She was a mare chosen to provide advice and guidance to the temperamental king, a way to temper his more extreme reactions.
Technically he had been on equal footing with the advisor, not subservient, but it was a close enough comparison that he knew he could live with. He would bow to both of them if that was what it took. Unfortunately it didn't appear as though the Tinuvel Queen was as willing to give him a chance as the King was if the looks she was sending him were any indication.
Warsaw then continues to outline his own focus and to further elaborate on his terms. Earl was not necessarily a title that Solomon was fond of, nor was the implication that he was simply a titleholder. It gave the impression that he could be easily replaced and exchanged for whomever would be better fit for the Cove. It did not align with Solomon's intention to simply hold onto the Cove as his new family's home into perpetuity, but he would accept it for what it was for now. Sol was hardly in a position to bargain for permanency in the Cove with Warsaw's blessing, and it was likely something that would only come up if the tobiano fucked something up badly.
As the gray winds down with his speech, Solomon nods in acceptance of his terms before verbally confirming as well. With Vita Nova's suspicion of him from the sidelines, he would not allow for doubt to the sincerity of his intentions to spread beyond her. "I am."
"Those are terms that I can accept. I swear my loyalty to you as my King, and she as the Queen, and to uphold and protect your monarchy on Tinuvel." As he swears to the Queen, his glance flicks to where she stands on guard with another subtle inclination of his head, and then back to Warsaw for the final words. After a brief pause to allow the words to settle, he continues once more. "I have not met many other leaders on the Isles, although the Peak is no fan of mine. Who should I be looking to as your other allies, and who should I be wary of on these isles?"
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