Meadow

Solomon

Sleep steals serenity from him. The dark blanket of night leaves his feet restless as they pace across the shores of the Cove, and it is not long before his thoughts turn back to the Commons. Solomon knows that he will not find his lost herd members there, but the lure of its possibility is hard to deny.

Not knowing what had happened to them was worse than the knowing. As much as he hoped Quinn was alive, knowing that she was dead would leave his mind at peace. At least that would be an end. An atrocious one, but still an end. The open ended question of their fate, and the fate of his unborn, keep his mind in knots. Thinking of Quinn is always the worst. As his first mare and the one carrying his first child for the Lost Islands, his thoughts are on her often. They linger on the strangely spoken Tsillah, and the nature obsessed Darwin as well, but he had not grown to know them as well.

Anawar and S'gath disappearing did not leave him with any sadness, considering the tense nature of their alliance, but he cannot help but wonder if they had stolen his mares away. They had called themselves prior kings of Tinuvel and claimed some affiliation to the Cove as their birthright, despite abandoning it many years ago.

With a final look over the slumbering figures of his herd, he turns away. dHe will not find them there, but he will look anyway.

The night gives way to dawn, and he finally sleeps, certain once more that they are not here. Sleep crashes on him then and he naps fitfully, until the heat of midday becomes uncomfortably warm. With a yawn and flick of his tail the lean stallion paces through the Meadow, his gaze glancing off of the various figures that lurk in huddled twos and threes. He knows that he should not linger here long. His children are due any day now and his mares will be more vulnerable than ever, but a golden figure in his peripheral vision draws his attention.

Evidence of her good health glitters across her hide as she looks over the land, and he finds himself admiring the fine lines of her figure and the proud arch of her neck. Before he's fully considered the consequences of his actions, he finds his hooves carrying him in her direction, a soft whuffle of greeting issuing from his lips.

"Waiting for someone?" A grin spreads across his charcoal colored lips as he dips his head in greeting. With a tilt of his head, his expression grows playful. "If so, it's downright shameful they've left you alone for so long."

Solomon settles, tilting his hip so that a toe can rest. He tears his gaze away from her reluctantly to cast it over the open lands of the meadow before it draws back to her like a magnet. "And if not, what is it you seek to gain from these Common grounds?"

He doubts that he has gotten lucky enough to find such a pretty mare in need of a home. The Lost Isles had already showered him in luck and riches, and he is well aware that the well will run dry someday. If by some lucky miracle he could sway another pretty mare into following him home, he certainly would not complain. And if not? Well, she was still worth the company before he made the swim home.

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