Posted on July 5, 2020 at 03:04:28 AM by Solomon & Sidika
Solomon
Thankfully their wait is not long, and Solomon is soon saved from the dreary silence of Sidika's companionship. He watches shrewdly as Maslakhat's eyes take the measure of the mare he has delivered, curious to see his reaction. It is true that Sidika is of similar build to the Dunes leader, her figure lean and narrow, but there is no denying the scarring that winds down the mare's body. Whether this would prove to be a deterrent for the Dunes leader or not remained to be seen.
At first, he had thought that the scarring made the mare mute, but she had quickly disproved this notion. She was simply quiet, a personality trait that Solomon did not possess.
After a moment of reflection his trade partner nods, and the grin returns to his lips. He eyes Sidika briefly, a wry twist of his lips at his own loss of the golden mare, before turning back to Maslakhat with an inclination of his head. He could stay and chat perhaps, but he lacks the desire to make inane small talk under the oppressive heat of the sun. Someday he might ask of a formal alliance, but for now, he would content himself with only this small exchange of one mare for another. "I'll leave the two of you to get to know each other then."
With a toss of his head, the lean tobiano takes his exit from the scene, his thoughts already moving back to those that awaited him in the Cove
At first, he had thought that the scarring made the mare mute, but she had quickly disproved this notion. She was simply quiet, a personality trait that Solomon did not possess.
After a moment of reflection his trade partner nods, and the grin returns to his lips. He eyes Sidika briefly, a wry twist of his lips at his own loss of the golden mare, before turning back to Maslakhat with an inclination of his head. He could stay and chat perhaps, but he lacks the desire to make inane small talk under the oppressive heat of the sun. Someday he might ask of a formal alliance, but for now, he would content himself with only this small exchange of one mare for another. "I'll leave the two of you to get to know each other then."
With a toss of his head, the lean tobiano takes his exit from the scene, his thoughts already moving back to those that awaited him in the Cove
When in doubt, use nettles.
She can tell that her quiet bothers the lean pinto, and her spite leads her to the further temptation of silence. Eventually, a figure orients to them and quickly approaches, giving Sid plenty of time to admire the shape of the stallion before her. He looks like one of people, and a flicker of something like admiration dances in her amber eyes.
Solomon answers the stallion, but Sid does not yet talk. Stoic til the end, she watches the irritating male take his leave with a neutral mask. It is only when he is gone that she turns back to the bay stallion with a proud lift of her slender neck. The voice that rasps from the mare is husky and strained, like a smoker who has downed two packs a day for the last ten years.
"I, Sidika," she rasps painfully into the heat of the Desert air. It is not lack of intelligence that shortens her speech into the fastest possible route, but pain. It grates at the back of her throat with every word, and burns into the breaths that she takes in. The attack had no left her whole, but she had learned to make due. This land was familiar enough she was certain she could find some combination of plant life to soothe her aching throat as she had done many times before.
Graciously now, she stretches forward to offer her breath to him. She is surprised at her own eagerness, but the past few hours have been nothing if not a roller coaster. After Solomon's claim had settled onto her shoulder, Sid had resolved to take it pragmatically. This was a new land of new customs, and as long as it meant that he would watch over her, she would make due. Even his constant touch and attention, his attempts to offer overt flattery that she knew to be false, did not dampen her resolve.
But the Cove? She would not live in a land of snow and ice.
Thankfully, he'd brought her here instead, and regardless of her reserve, she was already thankful for this Maslakhat. She did not ask why Solomon had chosen this place for her, only accepted that it was now her home.
"Will show water?" She asks as she withdraws, swiping the pale strands of her tail across her bodies. Ocean salt still overwhelmed her mouth, and she was eager to rid herself of it.
Solomon answers the stallion, but Sid does not yet talk. Stoic til the end, she watches the irritating male take his leave with a neutral mask. It is only when he is gone that she turns back to the bay stallion with a proud lift of her slender neck. The voice that rasps from the mare is husky and strained, like a smoker who has downed two packs a day for the last ten years.
"I, Sidika," she rasps painfully into the heat of the Desert air. It is not lack of intelligence that shortens her speech into the fastest possible route, but pain. It grates at the back of her throat with every word, and burns into the breaths that she takes in. The attack had no left her whole, but she had learned to make due. This land was familiar enough she was certain she could find some combination of plant life to soothe her aching throat as she had done many times before.
Graciously now, she stretches forward to offer her breath to him. She is surprised at her own eagerness, but the past few hours have been nothing if not a roller coaster. After Solomon's claim had settled onto her shoulder, Sid had resolved to take it pragmatically. This was a new land of new customs, and as long as it meant that he would watch over her, she would make due. Even his constant touch and attention, his attempts to offer overt flattery that she knew to be false, did not dampen her resolve.
But the Cove? She would not live in a land of snow and ice.
Thankfully, he'd brought her here instead, and regardless of her reserve, she was already thankful for this Maslakhat. She did not ask why Solomon had chosen this place for her, only accepted that it was now her home.
"Will show water?" She asks as she withdraws, swiping the pale strands of her tail across her bodies. Ocean salt still overwhelmed her mouth, and she was eager to rid herself of it.
Sidika | Akhal-Teke | Mare | Sooty Palomino | 15 Hands
15 Years | The Dunes | Loveinspired | Image Credit
15 Years | The Dunes | Loveinspired | Image Credit
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