She cannot help it but to flinch when the small stallion replies to her careless remark. She only glances up slightly to meet his gaze, afraid of what she might see. Little Amorette hated it to disappoint others, for them to think disapprovingly of her. So of course she does release that she had made a mistake and she feels terrible because of it. His words aren’t harsh, and he manages to make her feel a little better. Amorette looks up again, still careful and somewhat flustered, but with a small smile adorning her lips again. ”Désolé, I’m sorry” she mumbles, only barely loud enough to be heard.
Her gaze travels to the other male as he speaks up, lightening the mood even more. It wouldn’t take away her shyness, but she does feel more at ease. ”I’m Amorette” she replies with a wide smile, her head tilting a little to the side. ”Who’re you?”
As her papa joins them the young girl cannot help but to keep giggling, still utterly amused by the little show the big roan stranger had put up for her. And secretly she also finds it quite funny that he isn’t at all aware that his ears are still gone. Automatically she melts into the buckskin stallion’s side, pressing closer against him as she still curiously looks at the three adults, trying to understand and follow their conversation.
Although she does understand the spoken words, she doesn’t always understand what the three males mean. But it’s amusing and interesting enough to just watch. They make a strange group. The funny roan male, who’s still missing his ears, the small pony build male and then her papa, golden coat and fabulous wings. And then, of course, you had her, Amorette. A small smoky black filly that had only arrived at the Gates not too long ago.
amorette
minette´s petit papillon
