The young girl doesn’t notice her mother walk away as she was too engrossed in her game with Besra. The older filly was taller than her, even though the winter had been hard on them, but that didn’t mean that little Amorette lost all their little games. Hide and seek and tag games were their favourites and especially the last was something the smoky black girl liked playing. She wasn’t that fast or cunning, but she was quite agile – that was if you ignored the clumsiness that came with her young age. And unlike the bluish girl Amorette was able to use the mares – both her own and Besra’s mother – as an obstacle, when she ducked to run underneath them Besra had to make a stop or she would collide with them.
As the darkness settles in completely and Felinae calls her daughter to her side for the evening Amorette notices her mother’s absence. And just then she hears her name, carried towards her on a soft breeze. The young filly turns to look at the cobalt blue roan mare and her daughter, but she can hear the soft lullaby that was supposed to sing Besra to sleep.
A small pout forms upon her lips, still too hyped up from their game to be able to rest too. So instead the dark girl decides to look for her mother. Luckily for her it isn’t too hard to find the light colored mare. What surprises her is the stranger that stands close to her.
Her whinny is shrill as she joins them, coming to stand alongside her mother as she curiously gazes at the buckskin and winged male. Since she had never met her father she is amazed by the pair of wings and it is only after a few seconds that little Amorette turns to look at her mother. Without realising it her head tilts a little to the side and she softly presses her nose against her mother’s shoulder.
”Papa?”
Her soft question lingers in the air as she turns to look at the golden male.
amorette
la petite papillon
