He appeared first as a mirage, a stroke of red-brown smeared against a golden horizon. Avdotya’s body hardened almost immediately at the sight of him, muscles taut and ready to release like an arrow secured against a drawn bowstring. She anticipated aggression, expected violence... part of her even thirsted for it - perhaps make a pair of heads for Solterra’s new king - but she had little time for useless squabbles. Even still, the viper bore no willingness to approach others with her hackles down. She was no fool, but part of her wondered if the man who so brazenly approached a woman with a dismembered head was.
Until she knew who it was.
Solis smiled upon her today, for she had found herself in the presence of another Davke. Unfortunately for her, though, it was Jahin of all horses it could have been and he was already busy spouting off some attempt at a joke. Her movement slowed, eventually coming to a halt while she allowed the silence to linger between them just a touch longer; she wanted to ensure Jahin knew that she truly found no humour in his words. That sort of thing was best saved for Makeda, wherever she was in her wild world. ”This,” she finally declared sharply, ”is a gift for Day Court’s newest king. Long may he reign.” Her lips curled viciously. Whether this man lived or died mattered not to a woman who found no value in a crown. Her knees did not bend before the velvet seat of any man’s throne - she would readily slit her own damned throat before that day ever dawned.
Her gaze drifted only momentarily over the stallion. He looked healthy, strong as a Davke should be, but she did wonder where he had spent his days in the absence of his brethren. ”What say you, Jahin, to the fall of Seraphina?” Avdotya wondered aloud, slowly lifting a curious brow. She did not recall ever seeing him the day the capitol burnt so beautifully to the ground, but the faces in the crowd was admittedly not her point of focus that day. Regardless, he was here before her now, and she was not one to deny opportunity.
If the Davke were to return, Avdotya needed her strongest kin. He would never hear the words fall from her mouth (she doubted she would live it down if he did), but Jahin was a valuable asset; he held a mental edge that many did not possess, his mind a weapon sharper than most blades. Most importantly, he was Davke-born. It was simply a matter of loyalty that Avdotya questioned, though she had a feeling she would soon find her answer.
Until she knew who it was.
Solis smiled upon her today, for she had found herself in the presence of another Davke. Unfortunately for her, though, it was Jahin of all horses it could have been and he was already busy spouting off some attempt at a joke. Her movement slowed, eventually coming to a halt while she allowed the silence to linger between them just a touch longer; she wanted to ensure Jahin knew that she truly found no humour in his words. That sort of thing was best saved for Makeda, wherever she was in her wild world. ”This,” she finally declared sharply, ”is a gift for Day Court’s newest king. Long may he reign.” Her lips curled viciously. Whether this man lived or died mattered not to a woman who found no value in a crown. Her knees did not bend before the velvet seat of any man’s throne - she would readily slit her own damned throat before that day ever dawned.
Her gaze drifted only momentarily over the stallion. He looked healthy, strong as a Davke should be, but she did wonder where he had spent his days in the absence of his brethren. ”What say you, Jahin, to the fall of Seraphina?” Avdotya wondered aloud, slowly lifting a curious brow. She did not recall ever seeing him the day the capitol burnt so beautifully to the ground, but the faces in the crowd was admittedly not her point of focus that day. Regardless, he was here before her now, and she was not one to deny opportunity.
If the Davke were to return, Avdotya needed her strongest kin. He would never hear the words fall from her mouth (she doubted she would live it down if he did), but Jahin was a valuable asset; he held a mental edge that many did not possess, his mind a weapon sharper than most blades. Most importantly, he was Davke-born. It was simply a matter of loyalty that Avdotya questioned, though she had a feeling she would soon find her answer.
You’re playing my game now, @jahin
