#svala-interactions

Svala smirked at her mate because some how they wound up across from each other and staring each other down in the fray. They had always believed in friendly competition but grappling with each other tended to go a different way at home.

She was pretty sure Adrik’s heart was set on winning but she was definitely not afraid to prove him wrong in this arena. “It’s not too late to back out, love. You could save yourself a lot of humiliation.” She teased, the arrogant smile staying on her face as she watched him carefully first waiting for him to make the first move.

Svala sat astride her house waiting for the competition between her and Henryk Wolfe to begin. Her quiver and bow attached to her saddle just in front of her knees, a brow raised as he approached their starting position. “About time you showed. I thought you might forfeit.” She smirked, she loved competing it was like battle but more enjoyable. “Hopefully I won’t upset Spring with your loss.” She teased but knowing it was all in good fun. A way to keep her mind on something enjoyable before it was back to work.

She knew that Henryk was going to be more than just great competition but a challenge for sure. Most of the warrior fae she associated with were. Adrik and Nik being the ones that came to mind off the bat. She had already sparred with Adrik and even them knowing each other well he still found a way to surprise. Henryk was different though, someone she didn’t know and that in itself raised the adrenaline and the stakes of this competition even more.

Svala had been on edge some, but she was trying to relax once more. She felt a little bit more confident after her meetings with both Henryk and Jakovan but the woman in front of her definitely put her on edge once more. She was lurking, like she had been in Svala’s study that day. Her brows pulling together as she stepped closer behind the woman, “you’re obvious, this is the second time I’ve caught you.” Her brows relaxed a bit and she reached for the woman’s wrist, “who are you? Tell me now.” She was calm and her shoulders were relaxed but her jaw was tight and she was ready for whatever the woman in front of her was going to throw her way.

Svala and Apollo eased into the Winter arena at the same pace, she smirked though when the temperature started to drop and the snow began to fall around them. Her eyes stayed ahead on what they would face. “You getting cold yet, Prince?” She teased jokingly.

Apollo would definitely be good competition but she didn’t know if his excitement would help him or not. She would find out though. “Hopefully you won’t get too cold when you get lost in the blizzard.” She smirked raising her brow at him, “should we start at the same time?”

Svala was enjoying some free time in the markets of Winter court. Her mind had relaxed some but the tension built once more at the sight of the man she had encountered in Cloverwood on one of her hunts. Her brows pulled together as she watched him. Keeping her distance at first until he turned away. She gracefully pushed her way through the crowd doing her best to keep a low profile as she followed him, watching him turning down and alley and catching up quick enough to attempt to grab him by his shirt and press him against the wall, either way she was going to confront him, “what are you doing here?” Her brows pulling together as she considered the possibilities of him being more than just a fae hunter. Her jaw setting a bit stern as she looked him over again and let the cogs in her head try to figure out what his business was first on the outskirts of winter court and now walking amongst her people. “Why are you here?” Her voice a low growl, “answer me, now!”

Svala had been worried with the discovery and though leaving Viktor’s side worried her she knew he could handle himself. She needed to worry about the others they had brought with them. One of them being Wren, who she saw first. Wren was having a hard time with the change between Day court and Night court. As Svala does she took her under her wing immediately and now looking at the woman before her that was evident. 

“You alright? Stay close to a crowd.” She nodded, placing a comforting hand on the other’s shoulder. “We won’t let anything happen you or anyone else. I promise.” She looked around to see where everyone else was making sure they were all present before nodding, “did you enjoy the party otherwise? I didn’t see you very much tonight.” It probably wasn’t the time for small talk but her hope was to keep Wren calm and sooth her some with a familiar face.

Viktor had invited Svala to release some steam she had been keeping inside. After she had revealed everything too him about the woman that had snuck into her office and the list Henryk had given her and now that Jakovan had it seemed right to accept to not worry for once. Viktor could read her about as well as her family and he could tell she just needed a moment. Because she did.

She rode astride her horse catching up to Viktor and shaking her head at him, “you shouldn’t push him so hard.” She smirked, before tilting her head, “what exactly are we hunting for today?” Her back straightening more as she slowed to a walk, her bow and quiver slung across her back. “I suggest boar, maybe a feast would stifle the growing worry in the court?” Her brows raising gently. “just be sure it isn’t a Petrov boar.” She smirked, “Jakovan wouldn’t take kindly to you taking advantage of his family’s livestock for an easy kill.”

Svala had been sure to avoid her brother and leave him to his devices, but once she saw him a smirk came to her voice and she had to take the opportunity to either scare him or slightly embarrass him. She snuck up behind him, straightening her back a little more before booming over his shoulder, “are you enjoying yourself? You’re going to stare holes through them if you stare any harder?” She smirked noticing his eyes a two women. “You should go talk to them.” She smiled, brushing her shoulder against his, “perhaps Tatiana won’t be the only one I marry off this year.” She laughed her brow raising suggestively at him, “or if you prefer something more... temporary.”