[AW] Holiday {relic contest}

[Damascus]

Keenly the stag watched as the huntress reclaimed her spear from it's purchase within the oasis, his subconscious lingering over what on earth she'd want with a dead fish. It was a question he stored away as she replaced the spear upon her person, his star-like irises politely remaining upon her face. He was not old enough nor versed in the way of the world to be awakened by the sight of a woman, thus his eyes did not wander or sheepishly poke in places they ought not to like many a stag might (particularly one in adolescence, such as himself).  The spear-fisher's response was confusing in a way, though he was soon to reach an understanding after a moment of thought. A shieldmaiden, a warrioress - he'd never met one of those before.  Then again, he'd never really met anyone.  This one was truly like no one he'd seen before. She gazed with a ferocity he had not ever beheld, and while her presence was quite frightening it was also alarmingly enchanting. Damascus felt as though he wanted to be her friend, and a desire to impress her by some means was beginning to curl within him. Avdotya; that was her name. Tricky over his tongue as he whispered it to himself, blinking each time he messed up (usually on the second syllable). She approached, and not a moment later he could feel that same fierceness radiating from within, escaping with her breath upon his sweat-sheened hide. It was a radiance he admired, and was now coming to envy.  Her question, though, had caught him slightly off guard because truly, he didn't actually know the answer. "There" he said simply, gesturing with his left wing to the sky above. "Days three passed fall I from high stars. Journey far I make"  Without another word on that, Damascus sent his hooves forward toward the oasis once again. His monolithic tail - all twenty feet of it - was dragged along behind as he slipped his front two feet into the shallows. There was no way he was getting it wet - it would take a week to dry, and e wouldn't be able to fly until it did from the weight, so gently he lifted his bony appendage around the woman, hoping to place his rivers of hair in a safe spot. Damascus was now seeking to reach the fish from where it tossed among the oasis sand, dipping his muzzle in and out of pure instinct closing his eyes. "Fish you what want do with?" He would confirm before making any further attempts, craning his lofty head toward Avdotya as drips of crystalline water dripped form his maw. that was 100% unintentional and flew right over my head until you mentioned it HAHA  @Avdotya

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