Solomon

The touch of the golden mare's muzzle is electric against his own and a soft sigh of appreciation is given. As much as he would have loved to push forward into a more intimate caress, to trail his muzzle down the feminine line of her neck and over the line of her back where her color devolves into smatterings of white, he does not. If she had been alone, if he had been able to monopolize her attention, he would have been bolder with his affection. Even now, his emerald eyes smolder with the promise of things that might still come to pass.

He is not immune to the way the pretty mare drapes herself over Faolain, despite her protestations of having a heart big enough for two. His jealousy of the dark mare only deepens at the casual nature of their shared affection, and his own tail flicks as he draws in a breath to steady himself. Even now he was certain that Çiçek knew exactly what she was doing, and despite the almost physical pain it caused him to look away from her temptation, he tore his gaze back to Faolain. This too, was it's own sweet sort of agony. Where Çiçek was open with her desire, taunting him with the suggestion of the very things that he wanted from her, the 'Teke mare was circumspect. Every move that she made left him guessing as to her true intentions.

Even now, little remained of the girl with the uneasy blush from the Meadow, and he could see that upon her own soil she was less easily flustered. It helped to cool some of the raging desire to have her, but was not enough to extinguish it entirely, especially when they two of the nestled together, leaving him jealous of the space between them. How easy it would be to imagine the two of them in the Cove, where their body heat would reward them with welcome warmth in the winter rather than the sweat of this humid jungle. How nice it would be to imagine the two of them swelling with his children while they rested in the Cove, taking shared comfort from their own company as well as his. Their camaraderie would do wonders to help establish the sort of loyalty and trust that he wanted his herd to embody. He breaks from these thoughts with Riv's playful rejoinder, which served to broaden his smile and he winked at her before responding in kind, "I aim to please in that and all things."

Another mare descended from the dark foliage behind and his gaze locked onto the silver mare as she approached. He knows her, only from having spent long minutes deciphering her scent before she arrived, and finds her no less alluring than he had in the Falls. Unlike the two already lined up before him, time had muted the feeling from the previous Fall into something other than desperation. A smirk twists upon his lips as she dances lithely next to the two mares, and his gaze darkens as she takes time to bait him with the lily-white flower that she adds to Çiçek's mane. This, he thinks to himself absently as he watches the open display of feminine affection, is what the Peak should have become. It seems the trio had wasted no time becoming close to one another, he thinks as he watches the silver mare twine her neck over the dun to trace affection across Faolain's neck. He has no doubt that Rivaini knows exactly what she is doing to him with each caress and lingering touch. Their own interaction had been chaste enough with the presence of Sauron and Bjorn to steady them, but he had not forgotten what it was to press the length of his body against her own and to rest his muzzle against her shoulder in comfort. He had been disappointed to not bring her home with him, but he had a feeling that she had not been entirely comfortable surrounded by as much male energy as had been heaped upon her that day. Even Bjorn, though he did not touch her, had done his part to try to woo her too, which had clearly worked.

With an inclination of his head to Rivaini, he speaks lightly, laughter in his voice. "So it's you I should be blaming for the trails of petals behind Çiçek then? She was beautiful before, and now you've made her simply irresistible." His tone deepens to sincerity as he returns his gaze to the golden mare toward the end.

It takes work to keep his pale hooves stationary on the ground, to not wind his way around the trio of irresistible mares that huddle together. He wonders what it might be like to make a game of it, to see who can find each other's weaknesses to touch until they all fall into a pile of satisfaction at the end. Surely he would be too weak to swim back after such a game, but perhaps he and Çiçek could have a round two after he rested, for just the two of them. Perhaps then he could show her a few more reasons why the Cove would be better for her than this dense jungle. She was far too beautiful to be hidden so far away from him. After a moment, and a smirk for Çiçek, he turns back to address Rivaini's question with a chuckle. "Not every resident, just the pretty ones, Rivaini. If I had known you were hiding out here too I might just have had to follow Faolain here right away."

Solomon allows his gaze to flick over her figure briefly before inclining his head, his expression softening. "I am glad to see you stronger than the last. As much as I hate to admit such a thing, the jungle seems to have been good for you. If you ever want a change of scenery though, you're just as welcome to visit the Cove as they are."

The tobiano offered a grin to the two original mares, reaffirming that they had been welcomed to the Cove. In truth, he would very much like for them to come and just never leave, but such a heavy-handed approach now would only send them scattering. Solomon gestures toward the beaches, careful to indicate only what would be considered 'public' of the land lest he aggravate some hidden reserve of caution from the dark mare. "Shall we all take a walk then? Or shall I be sentenced to an eternity of jealousy as you all cuddle?"

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