Her heart flutters and a shy yet genuine smile spreads on her lips. The little compliment does mean a lot to her and Amorette is honestly relieved that she hasn’t disappointed her father. She presses closer against the golden man’s side, nuzzling his shoulder before making a small step forward, her attention back to Weir and Fynnegan.
She decides that she likes them, even though they started off a little on the wrong foot. The smoky black girl is aware of the mistake she has made, but she did also apologise for it. And the tall male eased her heart by making fun of himself while the short one uses words to do the same. Amorette doesn’t fully get what Fynnegan exactly means, but he tune and the parts she does understand are clear enough. With a quick glance in Magnus’ direction she steps forward, carefully extending her neck and nose into Fynnegan’s direction with a warm smile upon her lips. ”I won’t say it again” she promises him.
Once the three adults start to talk about adult things, things Amorette doesn’t fully understand yet, she zones out a little. Instead she just looks at them interact, still safely tucked at her adoptive father’s side. It is then that she decides that she wants to be like her father, because she does admire him and like any child she wants her parents to be proud first and foremost. And thus she listens, trying to learn, even though little Amorette doesn’t really fully understand yet.
Sure she knows their tree, in fact, she adores and admires that same tree. She can feel its magic and the way new life sprouts from something burned and dead is just really fascinating. To her disappointment Magnus doesn’t continue to speak about it, instead he moves to a subject that seems less interesting to the young girl. It was the first time she had heard about other kingdoms than the Gates and while she put one and one together to make two, Amorette learns that it had been another kingdom that had hurt their tree. She had yet to come across darker things in life, thus far her life had been easy and good on her, and the news that someone hurt their tree on purpose forced the her to face some new emotions that conflict and confuse her.
”Papa” she suddenly speaks up, not at all aware that she is might disturbing a conversation. ”Why did they hurt our tree?”
amorette
minette's petit papillon
