Meadow

Solomon

Something about a full moon always left him restless. Tonight was no exception, and he left Banshee's side to pace the shoreline of his home under the glow of the moonlight. Tan Jala's death still filled him with a glowing ember of fury. He was angry, not only at the spotted stallion, but at himself for not stopping it before it had gotten to that point. The look on Banshee's face, and that of his two young sons, had galvanized his resolve. He needed more help in the Cove.

As much as he would like to promote Requiem again, the stallion had gone quiet ever since the Spring, which Sol blamed on the disappearances his own family had suffered. He couldn't blame the stallion entirely, but it was evident to Solomon that the stallion was only looking after his own, and not the rest of the residents of the Cove. That would no longer be enough. He could not afford for someone else to sneak into his borders and harm his family or worse, to try to take them away as Wasp had.

The thought of the Peak mare brings a snarl to his lips, his ears pinning beneath the toss of his amber mane. Hopefully, his besting of her in their last altercation would illustrate to her that he would defend his family to the last, and turn her ire elsewhere. Perhaps the conversation he had with the Peak mare would help with that, although he highly doubted it. Reason had not worked on Wasp thus far, and he did not expect it to begin doing so.

Restless from the night and perturbed by these thoughts, Solomon dove into the surf on path for the Commons, needing to expend his restless energy. As he swam, he considered his options when it came to a second stallion and found that despite his reluctance to go find one, he was already well aware of what he wanted.

Certainly, he would have to be trustworthy enough to keep around his family, both mares and children alike. He would not tolerate a stallion that would make a move on one of his women, especially in the fall. Not all of them had agreed to children, and he did not plan to force those who were unwilling. Now that they were home, their loyalty mattered more to him than their wombs.

Additionally, he wanted that same loyalty from a second stallion. Staying at Solomon's side was likely to grant rewards in the way of daughters and favors, but it would require a sacrifice upfront. Being accepted into Solomon's legacy was something that would take time and trust. Lastly, he wanted someone with that same desire to prove themselves that he had. The kind that would lead them onto the battlefield over and over to practice their fighting. If the Cove was to stand the test of time and to withstand attacks from outside herds, it needed to have a strong line of defense.

These thoughts and more pass through his mind as he walks into the meadow, having pulled ashore somewhere on the far edge of the Peak and skirted the path along it's edge. The promise of dawn lurked at the lightening of black to grey in the air, but the sunrise had yet to paint the sky. He settled then, near the edge of the meadow, resolving to see what the morning would bring in terms of company before returning home in the evening. There was always the potential he could get lucky here, and escort home a new mare, or even a new second, but he would not count on it. Sometimes it was just enough to exist among the populace and learn of what other things had been happening across the isles.

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