In the distance, somewhere over the blazing horizon, she hears a song of spearheads; they ring sharply in her ears while she stands, statuesque, at the crest of a dune. She listens and she cannot help but tip her nose to the sun and simply revel in it. This is the sound of her people beginning again, of the Davke crawling back up from the depths of whatever hell Solterrans thought they had been sent to and emerging stronger than ever. They are the undying, resilient and fierce and eternally wild.
Avdotya smiles and the dry cracks of her lips break anew. For a fleeting moment she knows bliss, it sends a chill down her spine and sparks a primitive desire to run - just run.
So she does.
She lurches from the dune and tears down its slope with reckless abandon, leaving a squall of dust in her wake as her stride eats up the ground with liquid ease. The sensation of sweat cooling her hide against a rolling wind is better than anything she has experienced in a long time - it is rejuvenating and she becomes lost in the feeling. For a moment, the Khan merely is. She is alive, she knows no sense of loss or betrayal, all she knows is the sand beneath her hooves and the hot sun upon her back.
But she has plans, the viper does, and she will soon shed that coat of simplicity for the skin of the serpent all of Novus knows she is. There are dark desires enshrouding her splintered heart and she knows now is the time to act on them, for Solterra has grown quiet. The court knows normalcy once more, it knows routine and worry-free days with Orestes, the bright and shiny ruler at the helm.
The time draws nearer to set the kindling, but for that Avdotya seeks a set of hands to lay down such things... and how perfect a time for her eyes to catch those of a girl set aglow by burning sunlight, wings outstretched and demanding of attention. Avdotya descends the last dune that lay in her path to the Davke, sliding easily with the ebb and flow of sand as it collapses beneath her weight. She does not pause to greet them all, but instead glides over to where the winged girl watches. ”I see purpose in those eyes.” She notes casually, slowly winding around the mare to find her place alongside her.
Perhaps they could find it together.
@amaunet sry i am a touch rusty ;(
Avdotya smiles and the dry cracks of her lips break anew. For a fleeting moment she knows bliss, it sends a chill down her spine and sparks a primitive desire to run - just run.
So she does.
She lurches from the dune and tears down its slope with reckless abandon, leaving a squall of dust in her wake as her stride eats up the ground with liquid ease. The sensation of sweat cooling her hide against a rolling wind is better than anything she has experienced in a long time - it is rejuvenating and she becomes lost in the feeling. For a moment, the Khan merely is. She is alive, she knows no sense of loss or betrayal, all she knows is the sand beneath her hooves and the hot sun upon her back.
But she has plans, the viper does, and she will soon shed that coat of simplicity for the skin of the serpent all of Novus knows she is. There are dark desires enshrouding her splintered heart and she knows now is the time to act on them, for Solterra has grown quiet. The court knows normalcy once more, it knows routine and worry-free days with Orestes, the bright and shiny ruler at the helm.
The time draws nearer to set the kindling, but for that Avdotya seeks a set of hands to lay down such things... and how perfect a time for her eyes to catch those of a girl set aglow by burning sunlight, wings outstretched and demanding of attention. Avdotya descends the last dune that lay in her path to the Davke, sliding easily with the ebb and flow of sand as it collapses beneath her weight. She does not pause to greet them all, but instead glides over to where the winged girl watches. ”I see purpose in those eyes.” She notes casually, slowly winding around the mare to find her place alongside her.
Perhaps they could find it together.
@amaunet sry i am a touch rusty ;(
