She finds the Gates truly beautiful, especially during the spring and the summer. It was simply gorgeous, but also warm and inviting. Even though Amorette hadn’t paid much attention to her surroundings at first, she now would easily admit that her birth land was plain and boring and cold. Compared to the hardness of the mountains the Gates was a paradise, an easy place to live. And the smoky black girl wanted to share it with her two new friends, along with all the old ones.
This year the tree is more beautiful than it had been last year, but the traces of the fire that burned it down were still there. She didn’t fully understand what had happened and why, but to her it didn’t make the magic tree any less magnificent. That her adoptive father didn’t want to tell the story about the burn tree was something entirely different. Yet Amorette could and still can feel the miracle it houses and she admires the way that the magic makes it possible for the tree to recover after all that hardship.
It is Thatcher that pulls her out of her thoughts and she turns to look at him with an apologetic smile, shrugging her shoulders slightly. ”I guess so?” she replies, only after Illae had done so first. Amorette glances around to see if any of the adults is paying attention to them. Then her smile grows a little mischievous. ”We could always go to try and find out?” she continues as she looks at both the other foals again.
Honestly, Amorette doesn’t know that much about the tree, only that it has magic and that it’s the Gates special thing. And of course she is familiar with her own adoration for the tree, but other than that there is nothing. Her father hadn’t mentioned anything about it, but if it would be bad, he would’ve warned her, she is sure. And there should be a guardian near the tree if that was true. So she sees no harm in it when she moves forward again, the smile on her lips spreading as the turns to look back at them.
”The first one to be there!” And she is off. Her short legs carry her forward, racing to reach the magic tree as fasted. Her excitement is the same as the one from when she had first met Magnus. The way he had allowed her to touch his newly gained wings (they were a gift from the kingdom) had sparked just as much in the little girl as now.
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Minette's petit papillon
