She had avoided being around Kolera for more than one reason.
Ever since she had stumbled upon a rather unpleasant sight in Taiga she hadn’t known how to face the other mare. Even though Amorette had not liked Karaugh at all, it had still shocked her to see the mare death. It had not been what she had wished for the vampyric woman – her soul too gentle for such thing. Karaugh’s death is also the first she had been confronted with eye to eye. Oh yes, Amore knows of death, but seeing is so different from knowing.
How could she ever tells Kolera – and Kryptic – that their mother was dead? She sure as hell wouldn’t want to show them where, because god knows it is not a pretty sight. Amore doesn’t know what had happened, but time and scavengers didn’t make it any better.
But that’s not all. Amorette had thought that her one night of affections, one night of passion running wild, had been an unique experience to her only. The nagging voice in her head never let her forget about what hé had done with Karaugh, and how they had both enjoyed it, but Amore stubbornly kept telling herself that it had been different with Karaugh. With Kolera not so much. And it hurts.
Not that the bay mare is to blame. Amore only had herself to blame, well and perhaps curse Levi under her breath too. She doesn’t know how she could’ve been so blind, but then again, she had been too naïve all her life.
She has managed to tell herself that Kolera is not to blame, and that she has the right to know about her mother. Though their relation wasn’t all that well, far as Amorette knows, Karaugh still was Kolera’s mother. And thus the ebony woman had set out to search for Kolera, dark eyes scanning Tephra’s land as she crosses its meadow.
”Kolera?!” First break the news to Kolera. Then they had to decide how to tell Kryptic together.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
@[Neo]