sol bestiam
“Raum knows that, It is why he’s doing the opposite.” The more that Sol heard of this Raum, the more he was getting to the point of disliking the stallion. A small part of him wondered what he would do if he ever actually met the tyrant ruler. "Perhaps it is about time for someone else to take control of the lands and bring them back to a world that is how it should be ruled." He mused, more to himself than to Elif, though his eyes traveled over her. He wondered why she didnt do something to help her land. But it wasnt his place to butt in and try to push ideas.
“I suppose,” Sol shot her a wry grin, hearing the less than impressed tone to her voice. "Sounds like that is something you have been told in your life as well. Maybe that is why rash and violent is more fun." A chuckle erupted as he spoke and he winked at her. Maybe there was more in common between the pair than he had noticed at first. He watched her take a drink, his golden eyes following the sleek curve of her throat.
“You should be at home here, then. Some Solterrans call Dawn courters flower-pickers. But I hear they have a murderer of their own.” A myriad of emotions surged through him as he listened to her words. He had aligned himself with a court of soft equines? The idea was repulsive in and of itself, though he wasnt completely certain that he should take it as he did. Perhaps it was just this court's point of view. Sol decided that he would do his best to learn more about the courts and find a place where he belonged, even if it killed him. The comment about the murderer made him pause and he tilted his head as he considered.
"I am certainly in no place to judge the court... But I will keep that in mind. But, a murderer? And no one has stopped them yet?" He was concerned, though not for himself. The idea of someone trying to murder him made him want to laugh. He was massive and more than capable of protecting himself and any that needed his protection. A surge of protectiveness echoed through him as he watched Elif and he tamped it down. After speaking to her for a while, he had a feeling that Elif would not like that streak.
"Speaking."
“I suppose,” Sol shot her a wry grin, hearing the less than impressed tone to her voice. "Sounds like that is something you have been told in your life as well. Maybe that is why rash and violent is more fun." A chuckle erupted as he spoke and he winked at her. Maybe there was more in common between the pair than he had noticed at first. He watched her take a drink, his golden eyes following the sleek curve of her throat.
“You should be at home here, then. Some Solterrans call Dawn courters flower-pickers. But I hear they have a murderer of their own.” A myriad of emotions surged through him as he listened to her words. He had aligned himself with a court of soft equines? The idea was repulsive in and of itself, though he wasnt completely certain that he should take it as he did. Perhaps it was just this court's point of view. Sol decided that he would do his best to learn more about the courts and find a place where he belonged, even if it killed him. The comment about the murderer made him pause and he tilted his head as he considered.
"I am certainly in no place to judge the court... But I will keep that in mind. But, a murderer? And no one has stopped them yet?" He was concerned, though not for himself. The idea of someone trying to murder him made him want to laugh. He was massive and more than capable of protecting himself and any that needed his protection. A surge of protectiveness echoed through him as he watched Elif and he tamped it down. After speaking to her for a while, he had a feeling that Elif would not like that streak.
@Elif
