AVDOTYA
they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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She listened lazily to Maxence as he spoke, a hind hoof cocked and her eyes half-lidded. Gatherings such as these rarely stirred the woman's interest, perhaps because she had never been born to culture so formal in its ways. The Davke were a primitive band, uncivilized and certainly not concerned in the details of politics; however, even in the time Avdotya had spent in the Day Court capitol during Zolin's reign - as meager a time as it was - she found herself unimpressed. She had adapted by now, of course, but hearing the names of the sovereign's chosen council did not have the same appeal as it may have for others.
Until it was her name that fell from his lips.
The viper of a mare lifted her slouch the second he said it, nearly caught off guard by his invitation, though still looked as stoic as ever. She hesitated to bring herself to the front of the crowd, stepping slowly as she made her way there. Avdotya was not keen on being the centre of attention, even if only for a moment. She had always been a dweller in the shadows, happier to allow others the focus while she slipped under the radar... yet here she was, standing before the Day Court with countless pairs of eyes looking on. It wasn't where she would have seen herself years prior, but this was something she could work with.
Avdotya's gaze lingered on Velorca when she picked him out from the gathering. There was a particular expression upon her face that she was sure he would pick up on, one that seemed to suggest her desire to meet with him. They had many things to discuss once things had settled. Until then, she simply stood quietly and listened; to the names, to the laws, to the whispers among the crowd. She had to admit, things didn't look all too bad from up here.
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