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Meadow

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Solomon
Solomon did not have business in the Commons. At least not now that he was certain that none of his missing mares lingered here. He'd made the rounds of the Falls and the Meadow with something akin to desperate hope, but somewhere around the bottom of the Meadow he'd come to the conclusion that they were really gone. Sure, he'd still go down to Salem to see if they'd gone to see Shaydowfax, but he highly doubted it. With an annoyed shake of his head, the tobiano stallion moved farther into the Meadow, seeking sustenance before he started his journey south.

Ahead, a flash of gold catches his eye and there is a budding of hope in his chest that results in a dead stop of his forward momentum as he stares. The relief quickly falters as the image ahead resolves itself not into Harley Quinn, but instead into an entirely different creature. He stands, staring, for what is probably too long for it to be polite among most normal equines before he finally decides to approach.

This mare is not who he is looking for, but she was certainly the type of mare he would like to get to know. And if he were solely talking numbers, the Cove could certainly use some new blood.

Solomon nickers to the girl as he approaches, his gaze roving over the elegant lines of her body. There was a beauty to the iberian and heavy influences of her figure, and a height that nearly rivaled his own that he appreciated. The molten gold of her coat was certainly helping his appreciation as well. She stood watching the river drain into the ocean, her entire countenance suggesting that she was lost in thought. he'd found himself in a similar enough position lately to know the look.

"Anything in particular you're trying to forget?" He keeps his position unthreatening as he approaches, his own emerald gaze flitting to the swirling waters that had captured her attention. After a beat, a wry half smile appears on his lips as he returns his gaze to the dunalino mare. "I'm Solomon, of the Cove."
Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove


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