Meadow

Solomon

Solomon watches calmly as the mare nearly startles at his approach, a reassuring duck of his head attempting to convey that he meant her no harm. This passive body language is new to him, and he finds that it is an ill fitting gambit. Like trying to talk with a mouthful of sand, he is forced to chose honeyed words and small talk to achieve his goals, rather than simply telling it like it is.

As she mentions her family, and being alone, Solomon comes to realize that there is a chance the finicky lady luck has once again decided to smile upon him. If there was a chance that Solomon could convince the pretty dunalino to return with him back to the Cove, then he would take it.

The mare continues after a beat, offering her name and he nods in acknowledgement. "What if you just don't tell them?"

There is a mild smirk and a soft chuckle before he continues, his amusement still strong in his voice. Solomon has not seen his parents in nearly a year now, and while he had still been very much involved with them before coming to the Isles, he does not miss their overbearing best-interests. "Although I suppose you could just go home with the first eligible bachelor you see. The Cove is lovely this--"

He cuts off mid-reply as movement can be seen from the corner of his eye. There is a brief moment where suspicion clouds his gaze before it softens with recognition and he chuffs softly in greeting toward Nadja. Solomon has never really explored what the blue mare thought of him, although he had to assume it was not good things. The one time they had spent much of any time together, Shaydowfax had done a wonderful job at painting him as a rapist and a pig without saying as much in words.

Not that it wasn't at least half true, but he had resented her doing so all the same.

Still, Nadja had been sweet and kind, and there was no denying that the blue tinted mare was a pretty thing. If he hadn't already sworn to try to retrieve the mares he'd covered in the Fall, he would have spent far more time contemplating ways to bring Nadja back to the Cove. Regardless, she may be able to shed some light on the situation in the Dunes and whether or not his missing family had indeed gone to see the buckskin mare. A welcoming grin spread across his lips as he gestured with his head toward their position, inviting her to come closer.

"It is good to see you again, Nadja." It is only when he pauses to look at her face, really look at it, that he notices the unease she wears around herself. Confusion wrinkles his brow and he takes a step toward her, half-prepared for the worst kind of news. "Is something wrong?"

Solomon has not forgotten the dunalino he'd approached first, and he offers a small smile to her, hopefully letting the pretty girl know that he had certainly not forgotten their conversation. "Nadja, this is Lėja."

Strange how much it feels like introducing new herd members to one another.

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