She breathed in the electric air with intense greed, absorbing every ounce of energy as it danced wildly around them. The viper could almost feel Aislinn's temper beginning to flare and it left an essence of smug pleasure emanating from her being. It spawned a dangerous smile upon her velvet lips, growing more and more as the mare denounced the serpents she was encroaching upon. Good, she thought to herself, ignorance makes for an easy target. An though Avdotya would have loved to be the one to bring Denocte's infamous stormsinger down a peg or two, now was not the time; she had bigger plans ahead that she need not risk injury for, plans that she hoped would someday reach Denocte's borders. Until then, Aislinn was but a small fish in a very large pond.
Nevertheless, there was little to stop her from toying with the Champion's volatile mind, and it seemed - for a moment - that she was doing just that. She could feel the wind as it tousled her mane and caressed her skin; she could see the light being consumed by cloud, threatening to bring rain to a land that hadn't seen precipitation in months. Once again Avdotya smiled, meeting Aislinn's gaze with the fiery burn of her own while she whispered the the desert beneath their feet.
Few knew of the viper's budding command over the earth, but she was more than pleased to share it with the one who compelled the sky. Thus, as Aislinn's powers sparked, Avdotya's began to coil and slither to life. It reached for the stormsinger's fetlocks, the sand itself seeking to sheathe and constrict around her lower leg while it writhed beneath them... but just as she had released her hold over the heavens, the desert too lost its brief breath of life and collapsed into a small mass of sand at their feet.
Like that, the tension had all but vanished, left behind with nothing more than a snide remark that dribbled from Aislinn's lips and curtailed their run-in. At best, the regent was disappointed- she wanted more, she wanted the storm but only got a taste. It would do for now.
"I hope you're not afraid of the dark."
And so the pair bid their adieus with the spitting of lexical venom. "No," Avdotya replied insipidly, "I welcome it." She very much looked forward to their next encounter.
Nevertheless, there was little to stop her from toying with the Champion's volatile mind, and it seemed - for a moment - that she was doing just that. She could feel the wind as it tousled her mane and caressed her skin; she could see the light being consumed by cloud, threatening to bring rain to a land that hadn't seen precipitation in months. Once again Avdotya smiled, meeting Aislinn's gaze with the fiery burn of her own while she whispered the the desert beneath their feet.
Few knew of the viper's budding command over the earth, but she was more than pleased to share it with the one who compelled the sky. Thus, as Aislinn's powers sparked, Avdotya's began to coil and slither to life. It reached for the stormsinger's fetlocks, the sand itself seeking to sheathe and constrict around her lower leg while it writhed beneath them... but just as she had released her hold over the heavens, the desert too lost its brief breath of life and collapsed into a small mass of sand at their feet.
Like that, the tension had all but vanished, left behind with nothing more than a snide remark that dribbled from Aislinn's lips and curtailed their run-in. At best, the regent was disappointed- she wanted more, she wanted the storm but only got a taste. It would do for now.
"I hope you're not afraid of the dark."
And so the pair bid their adieus with the spitting of lexical venom. "No," Avdotya replied insipidly, "I welcome it." She very much looked forward to their next encounter.
You’re playing my game now-- @Aislinn
