She had left an ember, and with luck, it would blossom into the wildfire she savagely desired. Florentine had served opportunity on a silver platter, granting the desert mare her chance to plant seeds of paranoia atop the delicate veil of peace weaved in the wake of Maxence's death. Now it was simply a matter of waiting. It would not belong before a pair of prying eyes discovered the folded parchment, and like an obedient cur, would deliver it to authorities. in short order
There was a small curl on her lips at the thought of it all, but it also generated a pang in her chest that spurred her need for the Davke's return. Though the cogs were coming together, Avdotya yearned for their time to finally arrive. Novus - and more importantly Solterra - would soon see a piece of its history reborn from the sands, and with it would come vengeance in all its raw power.
With that image still present in her mind, the viper had suddenly caught herself in the presence of another. She paused sharply at the sound of moving water, ears flat and her eyes aglow with their usual vehemence. There was a stillness that followed, pushing her to wade further into the cold waters and find whomever it was that lingered so close... she need not risk potential witnesses. Yet as it turned out, Avdotya stumbled upon a familiar face: Velorca.
She nearly laughed at the sight of him in a swamp, but curiosity trumped whatever shred of gaiety that existed in her mind. He was here for a reason and as she slowed to a halt, her gaze bore into him intently. "Whatever it is you have to say, I presume it must be of importance." She then barked, showing no hesitation in the interruption of his moment of pompous admiration. The stallion had plenty of other methods to feed his ego as the evening went on, anyways.
There was a small curl on her lips at the thought of it all, but it also generated a pang in her chest that spurred her need for the Davke's return. Though the cogs were coming together, Avdotya yearned for their time to finally arrive. Novus - and more importantly Solterra - would soon see a piece of its history reborn from the sands, and with it would come vengeance in all its raw power.
With that image still present in her mind, the viper had suddenly caught herself in the presence of another. She paused sharply at the sound of moving water, ears flat and her eyes aglow with their usual vehemence. There was a stillness that followed, pushing her to wade further into the cold waters and find whomever it was that lingered so close... she need not risk potential witnesses. Yet as it turned out, Avdotya stumbled upon a familiar face: Velorca.
She nearly laughed at the sight of him in a swamp, but curiosity trumped whatever shred of gaiety that existed in her mind. He was here for a reason and as she slowed to a halt, her gaze bore into him intently. "Whatever it is you have to say, I presume it must be of importance." She then barked, showing no hesitation in the interruption of his moment of pompous admiration. The stallion had plenty of other methods to feed his ego as the evening went on, anyways.
You’re playing my game now-- @Velorca
