Word of Florentine's winter celebration had reached the Regent's ear through passersby in the streets, the details of which she later happened upon when the formal invitation had found its way to her chamber. Festivals were no favourite of hers and a sour curl befell her lips at the thought of attending; she cared not for the passing of the seasons, nor did she ever find herself yearning to mingle within a crowd... but something drove the mare to slither past Dusk Court's borders towards its festivities. At the very least, she had an image to uphold in her own Court - for now - and it would reflect poorly upon herself if she were to refuse the invite. Nevertheless, every step was taken begrudgingly. She'd be damned if she was expected to actually show any shred of enjoyment, feigned or not.
When the woman rolled in, she was quick to slough the attention of others with a venomous stare. They were quick to realize their salutations were unwanted, though Avdotya lingered near them. She listened, quietly collecting bits of information until she found herself intrigued by one particular segment of the event. There were notes to be left in the haggard boughs of Tinea's weeping willows, personally written pieces meant to bring warmth to an otherwise frigid land. The viper grinned a dangerous grin, then peeled away from the crowd as though she had never been there.
As she skulked through the darkness of the evening, Feliks' lanky canid body joined her at her side at a languid trot. She knew not of where he had come from or what he had done in their time apart, but she knew she could always count on the hound to return to her when he was needed. Even in the infancy of their connection, they had become an effective pair; Solis seemed to know what he was doing when he brought them together, and so, Avdotya found herself moving with greater confidence as they pressed into the heart of the frozen swamp. With her note already written, it was simply a matter of leaving the parchment for others to read... but only at the most opportune of times.
She waited- waited until the last festival-goer had left the swamp for the inviting thrum of music that reverberated from Susurro Fields. Feliks himself confirmed their solitude with a subtle nod when no other scent but their own blew in the winter winds, but continued to patrol even still. Avdotya, in the meantime, easily wound her way through the forest of notes until she reached the very centre of them all. There, she hung her paper for all eyes to read.
"Once tainted,
a nation dies;
once betrayed,
revenge survives."
With no name undersigned, she left it for the hens to take back to their roost come morning light.
When the woman rolled in, she was quick to slough the attention of others with a venomous stare. They were quick to realize their salutations were unwanted, though Avdotya lingered near them. She listened, quietly collecting bits of information until she found herself intrigued by one particular segment of the event. There were notes to be left in the haggard boughs of Tinea's weeping willows, personally written pieces meant to bring warmth to an otherwise frigid land. The viper grinned a dangerous grin, then peeled away from the crowd as though she had never been there.
As she skulked through the darkness of the evening, Feliks' lanky canid body joined her at her side at a languid trot. She knew not of where he had come from or what he had done in their time apart, but she knew she could always count on the hound to return to her when he was needed. Even in the infancy of their connection, they had become an effective pair; Solis seemed to know what he was doing when he brought them together, and so, Avdotya found herself moving with greater confidence as they pressed into the heart of the frozen swamp. With her note already written, it was simply a matter of leaving the parchment for others to read... but only at the most opportune of times.
She waited- waited until the last festival-goer had left the swamp for the inviting thrum of music that reverberated from Susurro Fields. Feliks himself confirmed their solitude with a subtle nod when no other scent but their own blew in the winter winds, but continued to patrol even still. Avdotya, in the meantime, easily wound her way through the forest of notes until she reached the very centre of them all. There, she hung her paper for all eyes to read.
"Once tainted,
a nation dies;
once betrayed,
revenge survives."
With no name undersigned, she left it for the hens to take back to their roost come morning light.
You’re playing my game now-- @ANYONE & EVERYONE!!!
**NOTE: Although Avdotya has left, feel free to reply to this thread if you wish! :) Please be aware that there were no witnesses, aka no one knows who left the note!!!
