A summit was no place for a wanted woman, yet it was there that Avdotya walked with a sharpened swagger in her step. She knew the risks of skulking such an event, but she also knew that many did not know her face- although a Regent she once was, very few ever met her outside of the Solterran populace (even those very residents rarely caught a glimpse of her). They knew a name, a story whose villainess held no other identity than the scars upon her hide and the unkempt grizzly across her back.
She had shed what small details there were to give her away: Feliks remained with the Davke in the Mors, along with her old, treasured bearskin... but even with them left behind, Avdotya presumed there would be someone out there slicker than the rest. There were always prying eyes that then led to big mouths, rats who would love nothing more than to spill their secrets for a shred of attention from someone far more pertinent than they would ever be. And so, the viper slipped away from early morning light to the cover of the trees.
She stayed there for the most part, but the sight of a golden boy up to no good caught her astute amber eyes. Apparently a Davke queen was not the only lurker in these parts. "Not invited either?" She purred to him, looking past his prim and proper figure and to the clearing ahead of them. It was almost disappointing, really- each and every court was void of its ever-exalted figureheads, and here she was standing quietly in a forest with a man she did not know and perhaps did not care to know. The only thought that crossed her wild mind was:
There better be something here of any damn worth.
She had shed what small details there were to give her away: Feliks remained with the Davke in the Mors, along with her old, treasured bearskin... but even with them left behind, Avdotya presumed there would be someone out there slicker than the rest. There were always prying eyes that then led to big mouths, rats who would love nothing more than to spill their secrets for a shred of attention from someone far more pertinent than they would ever be. And so, the viper slipped away from early morning light to the cover of the trees.
She stayed there for the most part, but the sight of a golden boy up to no good caught her astute amber eyes. Apparently a Davke queen was not the only lurker in these parts. "Not invited either?" She purred to him, looking past his prim and proper figure and to the clearing ahead of them. It was almost disappointing, really- each and every court was void of its ever-exalted figureheads, and here she was standing quietly in a forest with a man she did not know and perhaps did not care to know. The only thought that crossed her wild mind was:
There better be something here of any damn worth.
You’re playing my game now-- @toulouse
