[P] Let's Play a Game

[Avdotya]

A V D O T Y A SHE WAITS; SEETHING, BLOOMING. She did not hear the titanic stallion arrive, but it did not take long for her to notice his presence. In the midst of her bathing, she could hear a sudden and unpleasant raucous coming from one of the nearby palms. For a while, the mare simply ignored it and continued to work at the dirt clinging to her hide; however, the disturbance only seemed to get worse as time crawled by. She finally caved when she heard hooves scraping against the bark. "Who in the hell..." She whispered roughly, turning her fiery gaze to the quaking palm. Even from her vantage point, Avdotya could see the man's head poking over the rocks as he reached for one of the branches and she could not help but pin her ears at the sight. All that sound for a damn buffet of fruit? He disappeared behind the stone once he had gotten what he wanted, but not before pulling a whole frond - and its fruits - directly onto his own face. The woman's expression flattened entirely upon witnessing such a display of gracelessness. Perhaps a coconut would have been a better fruit to meet his forehead, for it had a better chance of knocking some sort of sense into him than a cluster of mere dates. Eventually she could hear his heavy feet making their way ever closer to the oasis' shore, which led her to ponder leaving before having to interact with the man. Of course, she was not willing to sacrifice the cool touch of the water because of a simple stallion, and so she chose to stay. When he finally turned around the corner, Avdotya was quick to recognize him from the gatherings that had been held previously in the court. His heft was impressive, but his intelligence left something to be desired based on what she had just seen. Nevertheless, a physically powerful ally was nothing to push away so swiftly, and so she held her tongue- a little. "Concussing yourself with fruit? I believe that brilliance is all yours." She replied pointedly, lifting a brow at the branch he still held between his lips. Her gaze did not linger much longer on him as she resumed her preening, but her attention was still perfectly in tune with where he stood. "You were at the hunt, were you not?" she judgin' him 5-ever @Torstein

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