Mother Goose is just a fairy-tale Posted on June 16, 2020 at 08:06:16 AM by Goose
Change indeed was the nature of an island. The only consistent seemed to be the Island's main Royal. Warsaw of whom Goose had not met. In fact; he hadn't met the Cove's leader either. What was his name? Solomon? Yes, that seemed about right from what he had heard on the wind of the voices of others. Word got around after all. None of them had gone beyond their borders though except to the mainlands. Other than that, none of them had met. Goose was not a problem finder. He was not one to jump into another's argument. He was not one to go exploring and taking what did not belong to him. Force was not something that bounced around pleasantly in his thoughts. Why go with force and have another potentially hate you? Why take when you could gain things the pleasant way and have a companion rather than an enemy? That's what made sense to the Gypsy Vanner after all.
A call sings out. The scent had come to him on a breeze and it was foreign. It was not foreign to Tinuvel though. It sang of another section of the island. Another stallion. A leader? He had caught the scent here and there but had never come to the knowledge of whom this was. He only had a name and a brief catch of the other upon passing sight. This was not the king. No. This was not Warsaw. This was the latter. This was Solomon of that Goose is sure. Who was this stallion really though? Friend? Perhaps. Foe? Hopefully not. Goose had no qualms with others whom called the island their home. Goose wanted to exist peacefully and perhaps even alliance himself with those who called the island theirs too. None of them had made the effort yet though. Goose had been intending to upon himself being more familiar with the island. He wanted to be a little more comfortable to boot.
It appeared that the waiting games were over though as Solomon had made the first move in coming to the Bay and announcing himself for Goose to come meet. Goose does not keep him waiting long. Over a well walked path and into the view. It is from the cluster of trees he comes that dot the further inland of the Bay. His ears swivel on his sculpted head and that whiskery nose inhales the scents around him. Mainly; he is catching Solomon's scent. Once he is satisfied upon who had come into his home, he pauses a short distance from the other. Not in his personal space but neither far enough away that they could not size one another up and chat.
"Good afternoon." There is a pause as Goose watches his fellow brethren. His rich brown eyes never faltering from their target. It is not long before his rich tones find those lips again. "You must be Solomon aye?" Logical guess as this definitely was not Warsaw. The Inlet king was not scented so strongly upon this one, but it is there none the less. They were not strangers he figured. "I am Goose. The Bay's Protector." He pauses only a moment to draw a breath before inquiry escapes those lips then. "I had been intending on finding my way to meeting those who also share the island with me. It would seem that you beat me to it. What brings you to the Bay's borders?" Curiosity more than likely but it was polite to ask none the less Goose figured. Replies: