Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on May 23, 2020 at 09:33:39 AM by Solomon
Solomon
It is clear from the way the blue mare dodges his question that something happened. It leaves him curious and he cannot help but wonder what had happened between the two of them to leave Nadja so unsettled. Bahadir's name flashes across his mind briefly, but he does not know Shaydowfax's nemesis well enough to attribute any villany to him. In fact, if he were being honest, he kind of admired the bay for not giving into the buckskin mare's demands.
The dunalino responds, and it is clear from her words that she missed her family. It was common among the gentler mares he had seen, those like Quinn, and while he did not share her emotions, he could understand it. Solomon did not miss the mass of his family, being fairly certain that they had quickly taken what he had inadvertently left behind in the Province. What he did miss were the children he had sired and the few mares he had grown close to.
Solomon pushes these thoughts to the side as the pretty girl begins to take her leave. A frown flashes across his lips that is quickly replaced by a repressed smile as the tobiano mare continues to play wingman for him. He does not hesitate to return her touch, knowing that protesting her departure will likely not keep her here. Whatever it is that pulls her away, it is stronger than her desire to stay here with him.
"I hope to see you again as well." There is a brief pause before he continues, not entirely sure why he offers it. She did not seem to be in actual trouble, but something niggled at the back of his mind. "If you need help Nadja, you know where to find me."
He considered trying to take her from Shaydowfax after their first meeting, but has not acted on his impulse yet. Other things had seemed more pertinent, all things considered. Such as Kolfinna, heavy with his child, still rooted in the Peak. As he watched the blue mare leave, he wondered if his priorities needed re-evaluation.
Leja spoke up then, and his attention returned to her, a small smile forming on his lips. There is a part of him that is unabashedly glad to hear her consent to the possibility of living in the Cove. "I'm sure she will be, although I do not trust the mare she lives with."
He flicks his tail and casts one last glance toward the blue mare before shifting his position to focus on the dunalino solely. "Did you travel here by choice this time? Perhaps they will follow you back."
Solomon had heard of so many equines being from or kings of Tinuvel that he wondered if the land was blessed or cursed. It clearly attracted equines of power, but also seemed to kill or chase them off. He supposed only time would tell if it would make his family stronger or doom them all. It had made him begin to question the longevity of Warsaw's rule. With as many long lost kings as has been mentioned to him, it was clear that most monarchs were bright, but short-lived flames. Again he pushes these morbid thoughts to the side to reply to her earlier question.
"Parts of Tinuvel are, yes. The Cove has a few peaks, but there is plenty of flatland as well. I look forward to the summer there, if only because I am told that it is incredibly pleasant and not as hot as Salem or Atlantis, for example." He nods toward the mare acknowledging her royal heritage. "Where did you grow up then?"
The dunalino responds, and it is clear from her words that she missed her family. It was common among the gentler mares he had seen, those like Quinn, and while he did not share her emotions, he could understand it. Solomon did not miss the mass of his family, being fairly certain that they had quickly taken what he had inadvertently left behind in the Province. What he did miss were the children he had sired and the few mares he had grown close to.
Solomon pushes these thoughts to the side as the pretty girl begins to take her leave. A frown flashes across his lips that is quickly replaced by a repressed smile as the tobiano mare continues to play wingman for him. He does not hesitate to return her touch, knowing that protesting her departure will likely not keep her here. Whatever it is that pulls her away, it is stronger than her desire to stay here with him.
"I hope to see you again as well." There is a brief pause before he continues, not entirely sure why he offers it. She did not seem to be in actual trouble, but something niggled at the back of his mind. "If you need help Nadja, you know where to find me."
He considered trying to take her from Shaydowfax after their first meeting, but has not acted on his impulse yet. Other things had seemed more pertinent, all things considered. Such as Kolfinna, heavy with his child, still rooted in the Peak. As he watched the blue mare leave, he wondered if his priorities needed re-evaluation.
Leja spoke up then, and his attention returned to her, a small smile forming on his lips. There is a part of him that is unabashedly glad to hear her consent to the possibility of living in the Cove. "I'm sure she will be, although I do not trust the mare she lives with."
He flicks his tail and casts one last glance toward the blue mare before shifting his position to focus on the dunalino solely. "Did you travel here by choice this time? Perhaps they will follow you back."
Solomon had heard of so many equines being from or kings of Tinuvel that he wondered if the land was blessed or cursed. It clearly attracted equines of power, but also seemed to kill or chase them off. He supposed only time would tell if it would make his family stronger or doom them all. It had made him begin to question the longevity of Warsaw's rule. With as many long lost kings as has been mentioned to him, it was clear that most monarchs were bright, but short-lived flames. Again he pushes these morbid thoughts to the side to reply to her earlier question.
"Parts of Tinuvel are, yes. The Cove has a few peaks, but there is plenty of flatland as well. I look forward to the summer there, if only because I am told that it is incredibly pleasant and not as hot as Salem or Atlantis, for example." He nods toward the mare acknowledging her royal heritage. "Where did you grow up then?"
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