[P] ACHTUNG!

[Avdotya]

The calling of her name stirred Avdotya from her slumber with effective ease. Molten eyes peeled open and blinked three times to clear her blurred vision, small bits of sleep crumbling away as they did so. She turned her heavy towards the door and stared briefly at it while her mind began to churn from its stillness, "What in the hell does he need this early in the morning." the mare murmured clumsily to herself. Whatever it was, she eventually found her way to him in the courtyard. By now she was just beginning to adjust to her wakefulness (and the fact that Solis hadn't even woken yet), and it was Maxence who now stood in the focus of her gaze. Her face seemed to reflect the tired curiosity she harboured, though she was more interested in knowing why Velorca's name, of all others, crackled from his lips alongside her own. For a second, she wondered if it had anything to do with the little scuffle the two men had many days prior. As they awaited to silvery stallion, Avdotya loosed an idle yawn. "I do hope there is good reason for this meeting." It was not often she presented herself with such a blatant lack of her usual predatory elegance, but there was was, droopy-eared and heavy-lidded. She was the picture of grace, truly. @maxence @velorca image © lunarblues