Posted on June 21, 2020 at 06:44:48 PM by Solomon
Solomon
Solomon has rarely ventured here to the Bay. Being away from his family after spending so many months sequestered with them feels foreign to him. It's a strange concept for the tobiano stallion, who had spent much of last year running himself ragged around the Isles collecting mares and making deals.
In all this time he has not done much beyond gazing into the Bay from a distance. Once upon a time, it had been ruled by a Fjord stallion, and while Solomon had not gone to meet him, rumors about Liland had run unchecked. By and large, the tobiano cared little what his neighbors did among their own herds as long as the stallions that ran them did not interfere with his own family. The fact that Liland had lost his herd to Rougaru had not enticed Solomon to make an alliance with him, and that had seemed to be the right choice.
After all, it was not Liland that was coming to greet him now, but yet another ruler of the Bay. Solomon had not been entirely sure which of the two stallions that resided in the Bay called themselves the leader. He'd seen both of them from a distance, but as yet had no names to place with faces.
Calmly the champagne stallion tracks the movement of the other male, his gaze appraising. He seemed capable, and open enough as he approached that Sol didn't fear a physical altercation any more. Eventually, he inclines his head in greeting as the other begins to talk, and is surprised to find that Goose not only already knew who he was. Whether this information had come from others outside of Tinuvel, Liland's remaining herd members, or some other source he was not sure.
"Yes, that would be me. I apologize for not making the trip sooner," a smile splits his charcoal lips before he continues. "I just thought it was high time someone came to say hello. Liland left rather abruptly, all things considered. Do you know what happened?"
This is, of course, not the true reason he has come. Solomon has chalked up Liland's disappearance to the many others that had occurred across the island, but there is a chance he has left for other reasons. His true goal is to ferret out Goose's intentions regarding the monarchy, and perhaps an alliance with Solomon himself. It seemed incredibly rude, however, to lead with this.
In all this time he has not done much beyond gazing into the Bay from a distance. Once upon a time, it had been ruled by a Fjord stallion, and while Solomon had not gone to meet him, rumors about Liland had run unchecked. By and large, the tobiano cared little what his neighbors did among their own herds as long as the stallions that ran them did not interfere with his own family. The fact that Liland had lost his herd to Rougaru had not enticed Solomon to make an alliance with him, and that had seemed to be the right choice.
After all, it was not Liland that was coming to greet him now, but yet another ruler of the Bay. Solomon had not been entirely sure which of the two stallions that resided in the Bay called themselves the leader. He'd seen both of them from a distance, but as yet had no names to place with faces.
Calmly the champagne stallion tracks the movement of the other male, his gaze appraising. He seemed capable, and open enough as he approached that Sol didn't fear a physical altercation any more. Eventually, he inclines his head in greeting as the other begins to talk, and is surprised to find that Goose not only already knew who he was. Whether this information had come from others outside of Tinuvel, Liland's remaining herd members, or some other source he was not sure.
"Yes, that would be me. I apologize for not making the trip sooner," a smile splits his charcoal lips before he continues. "I just thought it was high time someone came to say hello. Liland left rather abruptly, all things considered. Do you know what happened?"
This is, of course, not the true reason he has come. Solomon has chalked up Liland's disappearance to the many others that had occurred across the island, but there is a chance he has left for other reasons. His true goal is to ferret out Goose's intentions regarding the monarchy, and perhaps an alliance with Solomon himself. It seemed incredibly rude, however, to lead with this.
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