They were supposed to arrive earlier, with the sun still high in the sky, but there had been more obstacles on their path than they had both taken into account. Don’t get me wrong, there hadn’t been trouble on the road, but the plans had been a bit disrupted by a much needed conversation. Perhaps not the best timing – as they had business to take care of – but absolutely needed.

Amorette feels much better now. After spilling pain and verbally lash all what had built up between them. Like a weight lifted of her shoulders. It is too early to say everything is good and well, but they had made the first step to mend their relationship.

When they arrive at Sylva’s border she brushes her ebony muzzle across Warrick’s shoulder. She knows that his relationship with Ellyse had been so very different from hers, and although she isn’t particularly fond of the champagne mare, she doesn’t dislike her either. What matter is that Amorette knows Warrick does care, and although he is her touch leader, she knows what it is like to lose someone and that a little support could help. ”Breathe, Warrick, breathe.” She murmurs to him, offering him a small smile.

A smile that grows wider by the arrival of Lamb. So different, but unmistakably Lamb. The girl had grown, and was now only a shy year away from becoming an adult. Physically, because she had shown Amore a couple of times that she was wide beyond her years. ”Lamb, it’s nice to see you” she greets the girl smiling, stepping forward to offer the dunskin girl her nose. Though Lamb had introduced herself as Lavendel to Warrick, Amorette choses to address her in the way the girl had before identified her with. And until she would tell Amore different, that was how she would call her. ”Thank you, they did.” Though Amore cannot help but to glance at Warrick out of the corner of her eye.

The opalescent mare that arrives next must be Sabra, the Queen of whom Lamb spoke so fondly. She’s quick to focus her attention on Warrick, but the smile send in Amore’s way is answered with an acknowledging nod and a smile. Then her words are directed at Tephra’s Overseer again, all without introducing herself, or bothering to show interested in the ebony mare herself. Amorette would shrug it off, probably Sabra was just surprised by their visit, or something. She didn’t mean any harm with it, or did she? ”You must be Sabra, then, am I correct? My name is Amorette” she quickly solves the issue, offering the Queen another smile. To make sure she isn’t too direct, or perhaps impolite, she allows Warrick to answer Queen Sabra’s question.

Amorette

Quand on n'a que l'amour.

First she’s being ignored, then she gets dismissed. It is like a slap in her face, but it does not show longer on her features than a couple of seconds. Instead the ebony mare forces herself to smile, and although her pregnancy hormones don’t help with keeping her emotions in check, Amorette succeeds pretty well at offering a honest smile. Better to pretend dumb than stir something up.

”Well thank you, Queen Sabra, it was a far travel indeed, how considerate of you. I would love to see more of Sylva, Lamb has told me a lot about it, but I will have to pass the offer this time. My King asked me to accompany him, how pleasant a trip might be, my duty lies with him and Tephra.” When her eyes move to Warrick, her smile becomes real, and she reaches out to brush her ebony nose lightly across his shoulder, offering silent support.

Her gaze does not linger long. Amorette turns to look at the opalescent queen, offering a polite smile and a dip of her head, then she turns to look at Lavendel. ”Bye, Lamb. I hope to see you some time soon. You’re always welcome to visit Tephra.” The offered tour still stands.

The ebony woman listens quietly when Warrick speaks. His way with his words never fail to amaze her. He speaks so easily, and yet, he seems to always say the right thing. Amore smiles encouraging, but mostly focusses her attention on Sylva’s queen. Who once again flabbergasts her. And this time probably not only her.

”Ever since Warrick’s rule, Tephra has been stable, and so are our relationships with the other kingdoms. We don’t expect trouble, but that does not mean we shouldn’t look past our borders and maintain a good relationship with our neighbours.” What Warrick wants to offer, is up to him. And clearly Sabra was all for diplomacy between two rulers, if it is better for her to not engage further, then Amore would step back from conversing, though she wouldn’t remover her presence completely. After all, Warrick asked her to come.

Amorette

Quand on n'a que l'amour.