[AW] the have-its and the have-nots

[Avdotya]

She could feel Vendetta meeting her quiet threat with those bright ruby eyes. The way the tension swelled, it was damn near palpable and it made the viper’s skin tingle with hungry anticipation; but Denocte’s genial festival was no place for stirring Solterran dust. It seemed, at the very least, that both women understood that well enough - although Avdotya was firmly of the belief that it would have sparked some level of excitement that did not involve poorly executed dances. Nevertheless, her fire soon grew dim until it was nothing more than a subtle glow and she returned to silently watching what went on ahead of them. Vendetta had done the same, if only briefly, then announced her departure. Business. She wondered what business a black market queen had at a summer ball; secrets, valuable treasures, perhaps even lives to profit off of. Surely much more fulfilling than entertaining Avdotya for the evening. And as she offered her sweet goodbye, the Davke mare replied with her finest curtsy, overdone and dripping with the venom that had been coursing through their interaction just moments ago. ”Adieu, my dear.” The feigned pleasantness in her voice tasted like dirt upon her tongue, so bitter that it forced a sharp scowl to her lips. Then, she too vanished into the many faces of the Masquerade. Now it was time to attend to her own business. @vendetta <3 finally closin this up image © aapex