[P] WE SUCK YOUNG BLOOD

[Avdotya]

A V D O T Y A SHE WAITS; SEETHING, BLOOMING. Her gaze lingered on Bexley until she was no longer satisfied with her wallowing. She adjusted herself to stand upright with the water to her chest, then took a slow breath. The mare's answer came as no surprise. "Then I shall pray for his good will." Avdotya replied with ease and little expression. She nearly sounded as though she were being literal in the way she spoke, something that was as common as sand in the desert; the sharpness of her primal accent often obscured the tone in her voice, but it was of little concern to her how others interpreted her words. Bexley was sure to figure it out, she presumed. Eventually her skin had soaked enough from the oasis and she began to drift towards the sandy shore. It was refreshing, the water, but Avdotya knew the dry heat best- to be out of it for too long left her feeling restless. As she emerged from the depths, the woman spun an back to Bexley and paused to curl her neck to look at her. "Perhaps." She said, turning again to the sand. "A little blood-spill is good for the soul." Her voice carried over the spattering water until her hooves sunk easily into dry sand, leading into a thorough shake to rid the dribbling from her belly. Having recently visited the oasis and finding herself in the ever-so-pleasant company of Torstein, the mare gave thought to bringing down fruit from a nearby palm. Of course, the three-eyed stallion accomplished that with the grace of a newborn child- Avdotya, on the other hand, had a far more graceful method. She collected her spear from its place wedged between two stones and cast it towards a trio of dates, immediately sending them careening down from their place in the fronds. She looked over at Bexley, still in the water. "Tell me: what brought a commoner to throw herself among warriors?" Came her question. For a moment, it almost sounded like she was expressing a shred of interest. @Bexley

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