GLORY [meeting]

[Avdotya]

One day withered and another one bloomed. Avdotya had not wandered far from the Capitol since the dust had settled from the Court's last little get together. She was intrigued by the disturbance of political silence, but more so by the man who chose to spark the resurgence of a nation- even if his initial attempt bore no fruit for his efforts. The mare knew not of where her interest stemmed, but she was keen to linger and witness the events still to come. And, oh, much to her delight, they did come. Her ears suddenly lifted from their lazy slump in the blistering heat, leading her gaze to the horizon where a familiar call boomed over the muted breeze. What did the stallion have in store for them today, Avdotya wondered while sauntered ever-closer to the stronghold once more. She could already see a small cluster of horses gathering around him, many of which she recognized from the last encounter; however, the mood seemed to have tamed, for she heard no voices being raised as she pulled up to the rear of the crowd. Her timing caught her the end of Bexley's statement and it left her narrowing her eyes just slightly. Shocking, not a touch of sarcasm. Avdotya's attention then turned to the mare already committing herself to Maxence, blindly proclaiming him as her leader without so much as a single question. It was Inkheart who finally stirred the viper from her silence, but only to bark her agreement. "Yes, prove your worthiness." Words meant nothing in a land dominated by brawlers. image © lunarblues