[AW] Holiday {relic contest}

[Avdotya]

A V D O T Y A SHE WAITS; SEETHING, BLOOMING. While the hulking man and his pet settled back into their skin, Avdotya gently pulled her spear from the shallow water and fastened it back against her foreleg. Small scales of old blood still clung to the edge of her blade even with the rinsing it had received, something she would attend to as the evening grew older. For now, the mare's attention was entirely on the pegasus; he was enormous to say the least and certainly no abomination to the eyes. His appearance was otherworldly, as if he had fallen from the stars and skies above- it would have made sense, given his lack of grace when it came to constructing sentences. She could almost see his brain attempting to turn each cog in order to produce his words. "In a way, yes." She replied simply, her amber gaze straying to the side with a glint of tribulation. Avdotya's loyalty to anyone or anything but herself was always frail, but her allegiance to the Day Court was particularly fragile given her history. She was, indeed, a warrior of the sun, but the day she fought by the command of a pompous ruler sitting pretty upon a throne would be the day she took the edge of her spear to her own throat. Selfish as that may be in the eyes of another, this was simply how Avdotya's mind worked. She lived for her own prosperity, not for those too weak to build their own. Of course, feigning fealty came all too easy to her and with a recently emptied seat in the capitol, things were operating smoothly in her world. To this fellow - Damascus, he said - she was a warrior of the Day. "Avdotya." The woman finally offered her name in return for his, though she was still too busy examining him. She was so intrigued, in fact, that she found herself sauntering out from the cool oasis waters and onto the beach to close the gap that stood between them. He could surely feel her hot breath upon his skin with the change in proximity, lest he chose to shy away from her. Avdotya knew no boundaries, and whether he did or not mattered little to her, but she finally paused when she reached his tail. Her brows furrowed. "Where is it you are from?" Her question was blunt, but so was she. Solis be damned if he was a native of these lands.  counter round of applause for u for that gr8 pun, 10/10 (was it even intentional bc dang) @damascus

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