Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on May 27, 2020 at 01:35:58 PM by Solomon
Solomon
The thrill of flirting with a pretty girl never seems to grow old for him. His intense green gaze reads the roll of her eyes and the equally playful smile on her lips with an inherent pleasure. Approaching someone in the Commons was always a bit of a gamble, and there was often no way of knowing if the interaction would prove to be unpleasant or enjoyable until you jumped in, feet first. Solomon was a chronic jumper.
The fact that she joins in with his teasing furthers his opinion of the pretty mare and he chuckles in response, dark rimmed ears pricking forward. "It seems I owe you an apology for my tardiness then."
He offers a wink in keeping with the tone of their conversation and fights the urge to close the distance between them. He is a physical creature, perpetually seeking to press skin to skin, and teeth to flesh. He doubts, however, that she will tolerate his affections quite yet and he does not want to spoil whatever this is or could be.
She goes on to cite adventure and he considers this for a moment. Solomon has never cited adventure as something that he has sought, but he knew there was an argument to be made considering his penchant for travelling to the Commons. The thrill of something new, something more, always drew him here with the allure of it's potential. He could leave with a new ally or a new herd member. Even bland conversation could sometimes grant gems of information, and he would never turn down a juicy bit of intel.
"Well, I suppose you can check off the someone you hadn't met before." The cheeky grin broadens as he inclines his head fractionally. "I'm Solomon, of the Cove, and no longer a stranger to you."
He gives her time to introduce herself, if she so chooses, while he contemplates the best way to answer her. There is no immediate reason that rises in his mind, so solid answer to what he sought today in the Crossing. He had not come with a purpose farther than to expend the restless energy that grew worse as the collective due dates of his new family drew closer. This, however, did not seem an appropriate thing for him to admit, much less to a mare he was only just beginning to know.
"As for what I seek?" A chuckle rumbles from him, rolling around the words that he speaks. "I suppose whatever lady luck will provide. Sometimes I get lucky and escort a pretty lady back home, other times it's just a lovely conversation. And sometimes, I'm fortunate enough to receive both."
The offer is not point blank, perhaps, but nor is it very subtle. His lips twitch with his amusement. These lands may not be the Commons, but plenty of individuals chose to find their homes here instead.
"Have you travelled these isles before?" Of this, he is curious. Being that he is a creature with no ties to these Isles save the ones he created himself, he is always curious about others. It seemed that it was a half and half split, with some being born here and others, like him, travelling from far away.
The fact that she joins in with his teasing furthers his opinion of the pretty mare and he chuckles in response, dark rimmed ears pricking forward. "It seems I owe you an apology for my tardiness then."
He offers a wink in keeping with the tone of their conversation and fights the urge to close the distance between them. He is a physical creature, perpetually seeking to press skin to skin, and teeth to flesh. He doubts, however, that she will tolerate his affections quite yet and he does not want to spoil whatever this is or could be.
She goes on to cite adventure and he considers this for a moment. Solomon has never cited adventure as something that he has sought, but he knew there was an argument to be made considering his penchant for travelling to the Commons. The thrill of something new, something more, always drew him here with the allure of it's potential. He could leave with a new ally or a new herd member. Even bland conversation could sometimes grant gems of information, and he would never turn down a juicy bit of intel.
"Well, I suppose you can check off the someone you hadn't met before." The cheeky grin broadens as he inclines his head fractionally. "I'm Solomon, of the Cove, and no longer a stranger to you."
He gives her time to introduce herself, if she so chooses, while he contemplates the best way to answer her. There is no immediate reason that rises in his mind, so solid answer to what he sought today in the Crossing. He had not come with a purpose farther than to expend the restless energy that grew worse as the collective due dates of his new family drew closer. This, however, did not seem an appropriate thing for him to admit, much less to a mare he was only just beginning to know.
"As for what I seek?" A chuckle rumbles from him, rolling around the words that he speaks. "I suppose whatever lady luck will provide. Sometimes I get lucky and escort a pretty lady back home, other times it's just a lovely conversation. And sometimes, I'm fortunate enough to receive both."
The offer is not point blank, perhaps, but nor is it very subtle. His lips twitch with his amusement. These lands may not be the Commons, but plenty of individuals chose to find their homes here instead.
"Have you travelled these isles before?" Of this, he is curious. Being that he is a creature with no ties to these Isles save the ones he created himself, he is always curious about others. It seemed that it was a half and half split, with some being born here and others, like him, travelling from far away.
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