Meadow

Awestruck, Suleiman only managed to stare after her for a second while she dashed away from him. Granted, it was a pretty sight to behold - her slender limbs churning through the grass, propelling her in graceful leaps and bounds. Even the way her mane and tail billowed out behind her like little flags were worthy of study, but not even his admiration of her was enough to quell his competitive spirit.

"Hey!" He shouts, half indignant and half admiring. Digging into the soft spring soil, Sul launched after her with every intention of beating her… at least until his dad's advice came to mind. Sometimes, Solomon had said, sometimes it's better to let girls win, Sul. It hadn't made any sense at the time, and even now only made half sense - that half being that he liked watching Silka dash away from him with that playful smile on her face.

By the time he drew to a prancing halt before her, the offense he'd felt at her underhanded tactics had all but faded and the stupid grin from only moments before was once more on his face. "It was," he responded breathlessly to her statement, his own ears tipped toward her. "The Prairie? Where's that? Is that on Luthien?" The questions bubbled out of him quickly again, the words spilling out faster than he could think them through. His father had been adamant in their lessons over which territories lay on each land. Even on Luthien, although Solomon had never been there.

Sul danced with an excited little shiver at the prospect of going with her to the Prairie - just to see it of course. Then he could be the first one in his whole family to have ever seen the Prarie on Luthien. "I'm from the Cove, on Tinuvel. My dad is King of the whole island," he offers proudly. "You should come to see it sometime. We've got this big mountain to climb, and I've got lots of siblings to play with-" It occurs to him, a little belatedly, that he wasn't entirely certain that he wanted to share Silka's company with anyone, but he continues on with a flick of his pale tail. His dad had always said to make sure to compliment girls that you liked so that they would like you back and so, with a beaming grin, he winds down his sudden barrage. "It's not as pretty as you, but it's pretty nice."