She lived up to the name he gave her, that's for certain. Her statement elicited a scoff from the stallion. "I'm certain a cut can't be called a concussion, but if you insist."
He certainly wasn't about to be scared away by the likes of her, no matter how icy her RBF was. But he was probably going to be required to see this woman more often than not.. so souring this relationship was not a great idea. Thus, he bides his time - and instead of sidling into the oasis' waters with the chilly mare, he perched alongside it on the cool, stony edge. Body lowered to the ground, he tucked his back legs neatly under his haunches as he rested his right shoulder against a stone. Hooves and hocks hung over the edge, dipping into the refreshing waters below. The branch was nestled between his forelegs, the fruit-bare portion tucked under one to avoid the impromptu buffet slipping off the edge and into the waters.
"I was, as were you," he stated matter-of-factly, his head and attention dropping down to the fruit as he picked off one at a time to munch. Unlike her apparently, he was much less situated to the heat, and it left him feeling drained far more quicker than the smaller mare. The fruits were a nice, pleasant treat that quenched both his thirst and hunger, although more so the latter.
"Can't say I've seen any other inhabitants around here with a spear," he mused, his eyes never leaving the task at his hooves. Lips closed around a small section of fruit, attempting to peel them off of the stem all at once. In doing so, one dropped into the water, eliciting an ombre ear to flop lazily forward as he watch it sink to the water's bottom. Subsequently, his gaze returned to the dark mare as she continued bathing... looking instinctively for the spear he had spoken of earlier.
This was the first time he really had a chance to look at Avdotya, other than for a few mere passing seconds. She had a sort of dark brutality about her, and it was far too easy for Tor to tell that she held much more power than most would assume. Her scars spoke volumes.
"Fruit?" he offered pointedly.
And as his gaze dropped down to the stone at his hooves, something else stirred. He felt it, straining against the shroud that Novus had cast upon it. The Triennial Eye peeled open, the erratic movements of its pupil feverish. Tor's gaze remained down at his feet, although his peripherals had her in sight should she approach.
The pupil, so sharply contrasted from the red around it, sought out the mare. Upon seeing her, the frantic movements stilled, and its gaze remained unwavering. It was drawn to her, and sought out her gaze. Why now, and why her? And then Tor's mind went quiet.
The Triennial Eye attempts to make eye contact with Avdotya, who will feel a distinctive pull towards its gaze. Should it maintain eye contact for two seconds, it will be able to relay the following quip of information to Torstein:
Bad.. maybe deceitful.
And that is all.
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Action. Thoughts. "Speech."
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