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[Avdotya]

”How sad.” She nearly felt a hint of laughter tickle the back of her throat; Solterra’s alliance with Dusk jeopardized by the heart of a woman. Avdotya subtly shook her rigid head. ”Love has put many in grave places,” she said, her hot stare directed to the figure of Solis above them, ”that is something they will discover should the nations come to war.” It was a veiled threat between the two of them, one that would not leave the throne room they stood in. The woman’s fondness of political feuds was minimal at most, but her hatred for those of the Night sat deeper and she would not hesitate to defend her home against them. If Terrastella’s new love-struck queen were to suffer on Reichenbach’s behalf, Avdotya had no qualms. Of course, she was also an intelligent woman. Seraphina’s mention of their lacking population of healers was an unfortunate truth, one that could spell disaster should conflict arrive at their door. ”Perhaps it is time some of us  dabble in the healers’ books.” The mare commented idly. Some knowledge of medicine, even if it were minute, was better than none. She knew of some plants that were beneficial to festering wounds and persistent aches, although her upbringing required a greater degree of survival skills than those who grew up more… civilized. Her ears fell flat at the idea of discussing a fragile peace with Denocte. A squalling nest of birds barely fostered a sense of trust in her mind, but it was the best of the very few options they had. ”I would offer my company in your visit to the Night Court, but I do not think they would take kindly to the presence of the woman who poisoned their drunkard of a Warden.” This time her chuckle could not be repressed.  @Seraphina av's thoughts on the world: everyone sux image © aapex