Aislinn's storm was met with Avdotya's undying obstinacy. She did not yield to the winds or the driving rain, to the damning thunder and wild lightning strikes... this woman was no different than any other fool who walked into Solis' desert with swagger in their hips; the devilish god would surely break those very hips if she wasn't careful, and the viper would be a willing consul if given the chance. A smile nearly found her lips at the thought, but its spark was doused by Aislinn's declaration.
"I've come to collect."
What once would have been a smile had turned into a mocking chuckle, its sound reaching out to caress the stormsinger with a thick veil of contempt. "You walk into a nest of serpents seeking compensation?" She shook her refined head, almost as if she were scolding Aislinn for her folly. Any deal one made with a Solterran was fickle at best, but a promise made by a snake to a Night Court denizen? To a Champion of Calligo's wretched court? Avdotya nearly laughed again. "You are a fool." She sneered, stepping closer to deliver her words like a sharp-edged blade to directly to the gut.
Whatever information Aislinn thought she was owed was destined to be nothing more than a well-weaved web of lies; spoon-fed falsehoods for her to run home with and wait until the perfect moment came to divulge them. She was better off strangling the deal's counterpart while she still held an edge to their throat.
"But by all means," Avdotya finally relented, backing off and relieving her senses of Night's stench, "pursue your shred of knowledge... seek it out until Solis swallows you whole." The viper pushed, massaging her fingers into the volatility of Aislinn's core. She wanted her to snap, she wanted the fabled stormsinger of Denocte to lose grip of her temper and let it loose where a tempest could not thrive.
The desert would wring her hurricane to dry among those ceaseless dunes, reducing its roar to but a quiet whimper.
"I've come to collect."
What once would have been a smile had turned into a mocking chuckle, its sound reaching out to caress the stormsinger with a thick veil of contempt. "You walk into a nest of serpents seeking compensation?" She shook her refined head, almost as if she were scolding Aislinn for her folly. Any deal one made with a Solterran was fickle at best, but a promise made by a snake to a Night Court denizen? To a Champion of Calligo's wretched court? Avdotya nearly laughed again. "You are a fool." She sneered, stepping closer to deliver her words like a sharp-edged blade to directly to the gut.
Whatever information Aislinn thought she was owed was destined to be nothing more than a well-weaved web of lies; spoon-fed falsehoods for her to run home with and wait until the perfect moment came to divulge them. She was better off strangling the deal's counterpart while she still held an edge to their throat.
"But by all means," Avdotya finally relented, backing off and relieving her senses of Night's stench, "pursue your shred of knowledge... seek it out until Solis swallows you whole." The viper pushed, massaging her fingers into the volatility of Aislinn's core. She wanted her to snap, she wanted the fabled stormsinger of Denocte to lose grip of her temper and let it loose where a tempest could not thrive.
The desert would wring her hurricane to dry among those ceaseless dunes, reducing its roar to but a quiet whimper.
You’re playing my game now-- @Aislinn
