[AW] sickly sweet

[Avdotya]

She walked the halls of Solterra's palace with renewed vigor in her languid step. It was not in light of the recent crown of their queen, nor the change that loomed on the nation's horizon; no, it stemmed from the quiet idea that thrummed in the back of her mind. Its push was constant, always whispering of what was to come as time slipped ever onward. The desert would soon see its fierce band of wildlings return... and Avdotya would be the one to lead them to their homecoming. It would not be one soon forgotten. Such an arrival, however, would require numbers that the woman did not yet have at hand. It was this great need that drove her to prowl the courtyard so late at night, the sharp edges of her face alight with the moon's subtle glow as she stepped outside. There was nothing to be heard but the sound of a chilled wind dancing on the air, the caress of its bite leaving the mare with goosebumps upon her hide. For a moment, it all went silent; in the next, she could hear the faintest shriek of nail on metal. Her gaze snapped in the direction of the sound's origin, leading her to snake her way closer to the training grounds that sat at Day Court's polished doorstep.  Avdotya noted the figure standing before the rack of glistening weaponry and paused for a moment, studying the young mare until she felt her interest piqued enough. "Damaging goods, are we?" She asked coolly. The sound of ursine claw was all too familiar to her; the skin and bone upon her back was more than enough evidence to that, but her focus was not on this girl's choice of defense. It was what drove her to hang around this place at such an hour that did. @artesia <3 image © rhiaan