Her interest piqued at Velorca's mention of the Relic of Tempus. She knew little of the artifact, but there were whispers of its powers that had once crossed her ears- powers that would undoubtedly bolster their cause if he were to obtain it. Doing just that, however, would prove difficult to achieve... but if anyone could do it, Avdotya imagined it to be the sly man standing before her. "You know who holds it, then?" She was curious to know which Court hosted the relic's keeper, for most had already harboured an unstable relationship with Solterra. To pull another delicate thread from any one of them would put a satisfied smile upon her lips, but Denocte would be a sweeter taste on her tongue. Seraphina was already struggling to mend the damage Maxence had dealt, it certainly wouldn't take much to topple what remained of the peace.
Desires put aside, Avdotya's gaze shifted back to where she previously thought she had heard the clumsy stagger of footfalls. "If I am being honest," she began quietly, her voice no louder than a hushed murmur, "you are not the only one out to disturb relations." Her fiery eyes met his own golden pools and an uncharacteristic grin found its way to her face. If only she knew that her note was already on its way to the young queen, Florentine.
"I left a promise back there... and how unfortunate it would be if the wrong pair of eyes were to find them." The piece she hung within the branches was vague, and intentionally so; it was meant for any passerby to think it had somehow been addressed to them. Much of Novus already walked on eggshells, it would not take a lot to create suspicion among the populace and the more hackles she could raise, the better.
Desires put aside, Avdotya's gaze shifted back to where she previously thought she had heard the clumsy stagger of footfalls. "If I am being honest," she began quietly, her voice no louder than a hushed murmur, "you are not the only one out to disturb relations." Her fiery eyes met his own golden pools and an uncharacteristic grin found its way to her face. If only she knew that her note was already on its way to the young queen, Florentine.
"I left a promise back there... and how unfortunate it would be if the wrong pair of eyes were to find them." The piece she hung within the branches was vague, and intentionally so; it was meant for any passerby to think it had somehow been addressed to them. Much of Novus already walked on eggshells, it would not take a lot to create suspicion among the populace and the more hackles she could raise, the better.
You’re playing my game now-- @Velorca
