A V D O T Y A SHE WAITS; SEETHING, BLOOMING.
The petulant look that festered upon Avdotya's face spoke more than enough of her mood as she traipsed through the desert sand. Her body ached and her legs protested every lazy step she took; the elder teryr may have been dead, but it left her - and surely the others - with a bothersome parting gift that lasted beyond its last breath. Now she sought to lick her wounds, and there was no better place than the oasis she so often visited.
Most days, the woman was fortunate enough to find herself alone in the waters, but today she was not so lucky. There was an unmistakably palomino shape already there, one that she recognized easily as the sarcastic mare she'd encountered twice too many times now. A hot breath fell from her lips. She debated walking right through the oasis for a flicker of a moment, but the mere thought of backing off nearly made her chuckle. Avdotya sought the cool kiss of the water, and so she would have it - brat or not.
Had Bexley not said anything, she likely would have dismissed the girl's presence and simply wallowed in silence. Without much surprise, that was not the case; however, she had to admit that the lack of sarcasm in her words left her in feigned awe as she slid into the water. She was not at all elegant about her entrance, it was really more of a careless stagger that sent small, choppy waves every which way around her. It became blatantly obvious that Avdotya had little interest in upholding her usual grace today, and so she cast a lazy glance to her newfound company and assumed the position of a glorified hippopotamus. "To what do I owe the cordiality?" she asked, meeting Bexley's gaze with her own fiery one. "Did the teryr knock the sharpness from your tongue, too?"
Perhaps this little run-in with the mare would prove more enjoyable than she first thought. There was nothing like good banter to rejuvenate the mind- surely Bexley would be willing partner, she seemed to have some steam that needed to be loosed anyway.
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