[AW] sickly sweet

[Avdotya]

In the silence that lingered for far too long between them, Avdotya found herself watching the girl with a hint of interest ebbing at her mind. It was enough to keep her waiting while the girl carefully set the weapon back in its place, but she wasn't necessarily fond of wasting her time on crawling conversation. "You may check them all you wish, but their strength means nothing when handled by the inept." She offered in return, her expression - as usual - lacking in emotion. "Unless, of course, that is what you hope for..." Her gaze narrowed, although the Regent quietly hoped that this girl had a spark of malice in her bones. Perhaps the young mare needed more than a life of fighting in a dusty circle, laying in wait until the queen deemed her talents worthy of use in times of war. Solis had graced their people with a wild and violent spirit, and yet, so many of Solterra sat dormant. How wasteful, she thought. And then their conversation was led astray, something about sleep and its elusiveness. "Sleep is not something I over-indulge in." As a child, Avdotya had been trained to utilize her energy sparingly; the Davke rarely stopped for rest, and so her body had become accustomed to minimal hours of slumber. She had better things to do. "And you? I presume whatever captain you have would be unimpressed to find a soldier out of bed." Her eyes wandered in the direction of the barracks, then back to Artesia. Her mention of a higher-up was intentional, meant to extract a sort of reaction that could unearth something the viper was looking for... @artesia image © rhiaan