A gentle, feminine voice was the last thing Suleiman had expected to answer him here. It wasn't that he was oblivious to the existence of the Lagoon's captives, but more a sense of self-preservation that kept him from socializing with his trinket-peers. The last thing he needed to do was draw more attention to himself by getting friendly with one of the men's mares. Of course, the guilt of not investigating to see if any of them needed help compounded with the fact that he had left a possibly pregnant Mariael all alone to lead the Arch was nearly enough to crush him, but there was nothing to be done for it now.

He trusted that she could take care of herself, he just hated that he had to let her do it alone.

The lean tovero slowed as he emerged from the draped moss, his gaze snapping to the petite golden and white mare staring at him with fear. At first glance, she could have easily been one of his siblings by her coat alone, but the longer he looked, the more certain he was that this was not the case. Not unless she had inherited nothing from their father. Her face was too pretty, her body curvy,

"Sorry," Sul offered, his ears tipping sheepishly back as he dropped his head. He didn't recognize the scent of the mare before him, but that was not particularly surprising given that he hadn't done much exploring since he had arrived. "I thought you were someone else. Seems like there's always a bachelor lurking around the corner."

The explanation tumbled nervously from him as if he were a young colt, and he offered an apologetic grin. He felt so out of his element here among the spanish moss and mud that he was poignantly reminded of his early days as a band stallion, when every experience was a new experience. "Are you a captive here too?" He queried. On the surface, it seemed like a silly question given that the Lagoon was led only by men, but he knew enough to know that some trinkets lived here of their own accord.

Stallion . Adult . 17hh . Pinto . arch lead. solomon x banshee . love