Men and lands have come and gone in her life. Born in the Mourning Mountains, then taken to the Gates by Magnus – her maman’s lover and her assumed father. He ruled the heavenly lands, until someone decided to take over. And then someone else did the same, and the same, and the same. Then Beqanna took the lands, gave hem new ones in return.
Things weren’t so very different in this new world. Although her father had left someone he trusted in charge, Lucrezia had been cast out. Amore had rather liked the golden and peacock mare. She was sweet and kind and honest, and Tephra would’ve thrived under her rule. If she wouldn’t have stepped down.
Amorette had been rather disappointed and even quite upset about it. She couldn’t really blame anybody for what had happened, but that didn’t mean she would have to like it and blindly accept it. She had needed time, taken some, and was now ready to mingle again. And meet Tephra’s new leader, meet some new faces and maybe talk to Warrick again. She liked him.
In all the time she had never left Tephra. She had kept to herself, stayed out of sight and just lived. Day by day, in the caves on the beach. Before, when her father had still ruled the lands, she had seen a couple go in and out of them. Their scents vaguely lingered, but they were no longer around. She had needed the time to think, to deal with things. Tephra had a new leader, which she had learned to accept.
Her gaze moves up the volcano, watching it silently. There is a small smile tugging on the corners of her lips. It still very much reminded her of the past, the first few weeks of her life. Minette, her maman. And of course Besra, her dear friend. All in the past now though, even her father was no longer around. One thing for sure, Amore missed him.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
