Solomon

It is evident from the cold look that she offers in return that she isn't pleased with him, and he watches with a small smirk as she sizes him up. It is true that a vast size difference exists between them that goes deeper than just height alone. At the peak of his virility and assisted by near-constant travel, Solomon was a sight to behold and he knew it.

Begrudgingly she offers him her name and then moves in the direction he indicated, her expression a clear indication that given half a chance and her pale hooves would quickly be flying towards his face. They move in silence, which is well enough for the tobiano stallion, not wanting to allow himself to get attached to the spirited red mare. The fire in her was attractive to him, and he could easily imagine stopping off in the Cove and not continuing his purpose.

Like a dancer she floats in front of him, her steps exaggerated as she takes in the beautiful island of Tinuvel. As they get closer she seems to sense the border, and abruptly shatters the quiet in which they'd journeyed. Despite how compliant she had been so far at following his directions, it was evident that her distaste for him had not wavered in the slightest. Her teeth snap, far enough away from him that it is evident she does not intend to land the hit and he tosses his head in reaction, eyes gleaming.

Hiding a smile he inclines his head toward her, acknowledging her comment. She had come this far without actually forcing him to resort to violence, so he does not worry that she is about to run. If that were the case, he assumes she would have done so before allowing him to drive her deep into territory that was familiar to him, but not to her. Solomon's posture relaxed, and he abandoned his previous method of snaking her to direct her more left or more right. He paused and shook, releasing the last of the ocean's evidence from his coat before stepping forward to join her at her side.

Calmly he met her gaze before speaking, a smile still lurking on his lips. "Bartered is... not exactly correct."

His tail flicks across his haunches as he glances toward the Inlet. "The king of Tinuvel is my ally, and he has two eligible princes beyond that. And while I'm certain that they are all perfectly capable of going out and finding their own mares, I couldn't help that think you may be the type of girl they are interested in."

It is not all truth, and not all lies either. For the most part, he is honest, attempting to give her a clearer picture of the reasons he was not attempting to woo her himself. In truth, he knew little of the Tinuvel princes or their taste in mares, but he doubted that a son of Warsaw would not have managed to learn the basics of gathering a herd. To soothe her seemingly wounded pride he continues, his voice gentler as some of the natural charm he possesses leaks through.

"You are a beautiful mare, Aine. And spunky," he adds with a chuckle. "Even I would be happy to have you in the Cove, but I think your purpose is here."

Solomon gestures to the expanse of the Inlet before them, the land protected by the ridge of mountains in the center of Tinuvel. With a look toward the red mare to see if she had further questions, he took a few steps forward and called for the King.

Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove