we answer in a voice made of teeth.
With nightfall comes the relief of a cool breeze upon sweat-shone skin, its gentle caress a gift that looses hair from a sticky brow and even sends a refreshing chill down the spine. It is a sensation that Avdotya relishes in as she sweeps across the slope of a large dune with Solterra’s oasis waiting on the other side. Feliks has long since galloped ahead, leaving behind only his paw-prints to follow - as is always the case when they make their trips to Vitae’s quiet shores. She can already picture the hound standing there waiting for her with his fur a sopping mess, ready to run at her when he knew full well Avdotya did not partake in his play.
And yet, as the woman reaches the sand dune’s crest, she sees Feliks standing stock-still at the water’s edge, his eyes fixed intently upon a man basking in the Oasis’ blissful touch. She doesn’t recognize him as Davke, nor does she recognize him as anyone else worth her time in this particular moment (truly, there are few); however, her body thirsts for water and his presence surely wasn’t going to stop her.
The Khan descends to the shore without acknowledgment, to which Feliks responds by promptly planting his rump to the sand with a simple puff dust rising around the skirts of his fur. Not for a single moment did the Borzoi break his gaze with the sorry bloke - it was unfortunate timing, really, for Feliks bore no consideration for others’ privacy. It was something Avdotya felt little need to ever correct him on, though she was quick to spare the dog a judgmental stare when she finally lifted her head from the water. Her own eyes then fell upon their company, unapologetic and dull. ”Lovely night for a swim.”
Ah, one could almost taste the lack of sincerity in her voice.
@ramses
And yet, as the woman reaches the sand dune’s crest, she sees Feliks standing stock-still at the water’s edge, his eyes fixed intently upon a man basking in the Oasis’ blissful touch. She doesn’t recognize him as Davke, nor does she recognize him as anyone else worth her time in this particular moment (truly, there are few); however, her body thirsts for water and his presence surely wasn’t going to stop her.
The Khan descends to the shore without acknowledgment, to which Feliks responds by promptly planting his rump to the sand with a simple puff dust rising around the skirts of his fur. Not for a single moment did the Borzoi break his gaze with the sorry bloke - it was unfortunate timing, really, for Feliks bore no consideration for others’ privacy. It was something Avdotya felt little need to ever correct him on, though she was quick to spare the dog a judgmental stare when she finally lifted her head from the water. Her own eyes then fell upon their company, unapologetic and dull. ”Lovely night for a swim.”
Ah, one could almost taste the lack of sincerity in her voice.
@ramses
Avdotya.
