A V D O T Y A SHE WAITS; SEETHING, BLOOMING.
It had been a long while since Avdotya last found herself in a pack-style hunt- in fact, it may very well have been her days of training that served as her most recent bout with allies at her flanks. The mare recalled those times with an almost wistful sigh as she wound through the dusty pass, her legs carrying her instinctively as her mind uncharacteristically wandered to the past. For a flicker of a moment, her heart yearned for the Davke, though the moment seemed to pass just as quickly as she could blink those amber eyes. Now was certainly no time to reminisce about the past, it was actually quite the opposite: Solterra's future sat in the grips of what this day had in store, and ultimately that would have an impact on her life whether she harboured interest or not. Perhaps, for her own benefit, she invest herself in what was to come.
With renewed focus and dangerous swagger in her stride, Avdotya eventually found her way to the location of their gathering. She could see the unmistakable pair of painted wings that she knew to be Maxence's, along with Seraphina at his side sharing last minute words of wisdom. As the grey mare finished up, Avdotya pulled up with her eyes straying to the sky. She offered no words, only her presence for the first few moments of her arrival. Her senses were on high, tuned in to their surroundings as if the bird were to appear before them from out of thin air; this was the environment within which she thrived, although the anticipation was something of a bother.
Her eyes finally drew upon the two to her side. "Elder Teryr," she said with a nod, "thrilling choice." Her gaze only lingered for a second longer until Avdotya reached down to ensure her spear's place in its holder- it would not be long now for its time to be unsheathed, a moment the woman could not help but delight in.
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