It had been far too many years since Solomon had visited his daughter in the Inlet. Far too many years of complacency and comfort, assuming that all was well despite his lack of attempts to ensure it. He had allowed Parvati to start and finish her own wars, making no attempts to reign in her strange way or life or warmongering ways, and had thought in giving Parvati her freedom, he was doing what she wanted.

With Nyimara's threats hanging in the air, however, he was less certain. Had the silver-haired witch gotten to his daughter?

Exhaustion and soreness still hinder his steps (tokens from the long ocean swim and the hours spent rounding up what members in the Cove he could), but he does not hesitate this time and makes his way directly for the Inlet and for her daughter. She is hard to find, but he eventually follows the scent of fresh birth until he spots her. Not wanting her to worry about a stranger encroaching, he nickers gently but does not interrupt her or make to intrude on her moment.

If she allows him close, however, he would wuffle again softly, warmly to mother and daughter before settling a short distance away. "Welcome to the world, granddaughter." He'd murmur before peering to Parvati, his heart swelling with pain and fear and pride and love. "You did well, Parvati." And he didn't mean just in birthing this newest filly. "I can't thank you enough."

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