[P] WE SUCK YOUNG BLOOD

[Avdotya]

A V D O T Y A SHE WAITS; SEETHING, BLOOMING. The sweetness of the dates she felled was a delight to taste buds accustomed to bitter, dry grasses. The woman savoured it on her tongue for a few moments while an ear idly spun to Bexley's comment, prompting a half-smile to crack her lips. She was not wrong; her spear was an indefinite extension of her very being. It was her lethal accuracy - one that took years to perfect - that defined Avdotya and it was the last remaining connection she had with her beloved mother. Its importance, then, was immeasurable. As she finished her third date, the mare finally turned her full attention to Bexley. She felt a trickle of admiration for her spill as she gave her explanation, but she also could not help but notice the naivety the reflected her words. There were always leeches to feed off of the strong, to survive off of others when they were incapable. Solterra was no exception to such filth. "I would not trust all of your comrades to have such an opinion," she replied coolly, "we live in a desert, do we not? There are snakes hidden all around you." The younger mare had a way of crawling under her skin more than many others could, but it was for that reason Avdotya found herself quietly growing something of a fondness for her- a fondness that ushered her willingness to impart a few pieces of advice. She looked down at the two remaining dates and reached out a single hoof, knocking them towards her counterpart in silent offering. Too many of those and Avdotya would lose her leanness. Her eyes wandered back to Bexley, one brow suddenly crooked as she spoke of edges. "If your performance in Elatus speaks of anything, it is that those edges are in need of refinement." She told her plainly, her expression mimicking the tone of her voice. Only after a second or two had passed did that subtle, wry smirk wind its way back. Indeed, Bexley was growing on her. @Bexley

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