Curiously she watches the gathering of horses. Tall and short, broad and slim, male and female. All are gathered and all are a part of it. But hé is the center, the main act, the one that stands out in the crowd. His joyful mood lures her in, after having caught her attention. She’s still a bit on the outside though, watching and enjoying the ambience, without getting too involved herself. Amore giggles softly as he speaks, addressing them all, already loosening up a little. Though his words are anything but neat.
Struggling her way down the mountain Amorette had eventually walked into the field. There she had heard his name, as a whisper, a promise, and to her, hope. Her hope hadn’t been futile, he had really been there. Tephra, that was how he called it, that was her new home. So different than the Heavenly Gates that she remembered, but just as much home. As a young adult she had been curious to explore the rest of the lands. Perhaps just to satisfy her curiosity and keep her busy, perhaps to see if her birthplace still existed. The field, meadow and forest still pretty much did.
She hadn’t gotten that far, only down the volcano ground that was now her home again, back to the meadow. It had been impossible to go around the gathering, but Amore hadn’t felt the need to either. There were plenty of other opportunities to go round and about. “Oh.” Her eyes widen in surprise as the sound lingers in the air for a short moment. “What’s this?” She doesn’t know how to describe the warm feeling at the back of her throat, nor the way it slowly spreads to her stomach and limbs. No, she does. It’s pleasant, strange, but pleasant.
A shudder runs down her spine and Amore realises she wants more. The small dose she had gotten – without even knowing what it was – hadn’t been enough to last, but she’s eager for more. She finds him, almost completely white with an accent of chestnut, eyes greenish blue like the sea. Her lips part to ask the question that lies on her tongue, one she doesn’t know how to formulate. She doesn’t have to though, it reaches out to her and for a moment her muscles tense. Only for a moment, as she relaxes with a deep sigh.
Opening her eyes – which had closed as she had been surprised by the pleasant feeling for a second time – she looks at him. “Will you work your magic again?”
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
