AVDOTYA
they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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@lothaire
they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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Her mind explored the range of possibilities for his purpose in the desert; arriving uninvited and without warning did not leave the mare thinking he was sent to extend an olive branch. The relationship between Night and Day already brandished subtle tension and it was bound to grow harsher as the sovereigns settled into their lavish thrones. Regardless of the reason, though, this was an opportunity to familiarize herself with those Reichenbach sought council from and that in itself was enough reason to continue walking with him.
While he admired the architecture, Avdotya's distaste for it all stayed hidden behind an expressionless facade. Had things been different in her past, she could have learned to appreciate it herself; however, the audacity of a boy-king and the things he did under the cover of these walls left the mare unmoved by its grandeur. She simply nodded in feigned agreement with Lothaire, remaining wordless until he had asked of her heritage. "No," she answered simply, "I was born to a nomadic group of desert dwellers. They've since vanished from existence." The regent did not delve any further, did not share the details of their slaughter. The only man who knew of her past was the gunmetal stallion, Velorca, and she intended for it to remain that way.
Her gaze found itself focused on Lothaire, now. "And you? Were you born to the plush life of a politician or did you find your way to it as I have?" She queried with an artful smile, perhaps the first flash of brightness their meeting had produced. By the look of him, Avdotya presumed that his story was not so simple- but perhaps, not unlike her, he had secrets of his own.
@lothaire
