Sol Bestiam
The massive ebony stallion snorted as he gazed at the card that had been slipped to him as he had wandered the markets. He hadnt even gotten a good look at the messenger, a flash of emerald eyes and murmured words that were lost in the crowd. Shaking his head, he looked at the wings before him and flicked an ear. Pressing the card to the wings, he opened the door and stepped inside.
Gazing around with his molten gold gaze, he took in the floor where the gambling was happening in a ruckus and the lounge where others were drinking and conversing. Frowning, he headed toward the latter. He was never one for gambling, nor alcohol. Shaking his head, he found a place to rest his hooves and watch the beings that were around him.
"Can I get you something?" A soft voice echoed, startling him from his musing. Turning his head, he took in the mare that asked and nodded. "Mint tea, please." He murmured, answering the mare's inquiry. She gave one sharp nod and left. In her absence, Sol spent time watching the crowd around him while he shuffled his wings and got comfortable. The mare was back with a steaming cup that smelled heavenly. Smiling and paying the mare, he took time to sip his tea and just relax.
"Speaking."
Notes: Open to anyone <3 Just wanted to throw someone at the Scarab and see what happens lol
