From her hiding spot – one of the volcano’s many caves – she had seen his approach. It had been mid-winter when she had last seen him, the day when he had escorted Karaugh, and her family, out. Amorette had met his gaze briefly before he had headed off somewhere beyond Tephra’s border after speaking with Kolera. He’d been gone for more than half a year.
During those months she had failed to get the thoughts of him and Karaugh off her mind. It was not that she had been constantly thinking about it, but once every while the memory had haunted her. Especially during her broody days, right after her Warrick has so bluntly hurt her with his words. Her world had suddenly become a very, very dark place; one not befitting the short ebony woman.
With her dark eyes roaming over his flaming form Amorette feels very much torn. A part of her – and it is bigger than she would like to admit – is drawn into him, longing for and desiring his attention, where another still holds the things that had happened with Karaugh very much against him. Even now she knows the vampyric bitch is dead, died during childbirth. And it could very well have been Levi’s. The idea still horrifies her as much as when she had learned of the birth.
If her eyes would’ve been able to burn through, he would’ve had a pair of holes burned into his body by now. She does not glance away from his large form, except to blink her eyes every so often. With a frown she watches him delve under, steam rising from the surface of the pond as the flames along his crest die. He stays under and under, and the longer it lasts, the more restless Amorette becomes. Her eyes have widened and her ears flick back and forth between pointing stark forward and then pressed back against her neck.
The worry wins. ”LEVI!” she shrilly screams on top of her lungs as she dashes out of her hiding place. Fear holds her heart in its grasp, making each gasp of air a battle to breath. She’s much slower than she would like to be, tripping over her own legs in her haste.
Finally, finally, he surfaces. Relief flood her eyes with tears, causing herself to stumble once more, but Amore never fails to keep her pace up. Right in front of her eyes he ends up on the riverbank, soaked from head to toe and without the flames that are so very much Levi. ”Levi!” she calls again, her voice chocked and thick because of tears and pants for air.
When she reaches his steaming form the ebony mare does not hesitate to invade his personal space. Her muzzle presses up against his cheek, as to nudge up his head, her first reaction to kick some life into his way too defeated form. Tears are still brimming in her eyes, and her throat squeezed shut. All her brooding thoughts have made place for worry only, afraid of what has happened to him to make him do such thing. ”W-what happened? Are you okay?”
He does not look that way, but Amorette simply does not know what else to say, or ask, as her heart pounds loudly in her chest.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
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