12-06-2017, 08:10 PM
Shock and awe radiant from the mare, so she does not fear there is any ill intentions. Seeming to be kind-hearted and caring of all things, she did not fear, as a motion was made for her child still motionless in the corner. An inquiry of his well being is met with a bob of her golden crown, "He is fine. Confused but not harmed." If anyone were to harm him they would surely be met with sharp blades against their throat. The thought causes her to grin.
The mare gives her name followed by a weak smile. Amorettes statement renders a shrug of her shoulder. It could always be worse, she thought. Accustomed to caves she found it quite cozy. Even given the circumstances.
Soon Amorettes eyes are observing the many burns across her body. Taking special note of the one along her cheek. Reaching and then receding the idea without given first permissions. Offering to help her , she wonders how with an intruiged look across her face. Auburn eyes follow the dark mare bending her head to her knees. A small jet of flame emitting and then gone are her own burns. A brow rises at never having seen such magic. Healing, it was rare to find and healing with fire even more so. Thinking briefly to accepting help from a stranger as a bad idea but the mare seemed to only be wanting to help with no ulterior motive. Nodding her golden crown in acceptance at such an interesting offer. The thought of her flawed coat was grotesque in every sense of the word. "If you could, please. This one here is the worst," she swivels her face to expose her scorched jaw. Holding still, she waits for any sort of pain with a wince of her features...
When the wounds have vanished she looks across her once again gleaming coat. A smile crosses her maw as she speaks almost kindly, "Thank you Amorette. I feel much better already." A soft swish of her ebony tassels and shifting of her great wings is all the more movement she makes. A gurgle in the pit of her belly brings an aching to her gums. A burning need inside her to feed begins to ignite as each beat of the mares heart rings in her ears. Fending off the urge with small talk, "I take it you know Levi?" Assuming she knows the answer is yes but not wanting the mare to leave yet, she indulges in her diplomatic way of prying for information...
The mare gives her name followed by a weak smile. Amorettes statement renders a shrug of her shoulder. It could always be worse, she thought. Accustomed to caves she found it quite cozy. Even given the circumstances.
Soon Amorettes eyes are observing the many burns across her body. Taking special note of the one along her cheek. Reaching and then receding the idea without given first permissions. Offering to help her , she wonders how with an intruiged look across her face. Auburn eyes follow the dark mare bending her head to her knees. A small jet of flame emitting and then gone are her own burns. A brow rises at never having seen such magic. Healing, it was rare to find and healing with fire even more so. Thinking briefly to accepting help from a stranger as a bad idea but the mare seemed to only be wanting to help with no ulterior motive. Nodding her golden crown in acceptance at such an interesting offer. The thought of her flawed coat was grotesque in every sense of the word. "If you could, please. This one here is the worst," she swivels her face to expose her scorched jaw. Holding still, she waits for any sort of pain with a wince of her features...
When the wounds have vanished she looks across her once again gleaming coat. A smile crosses her maw as she speaks almost kindly, "Thank you Amorette. I feel much better already." A soft swish of her ebony tassels and shifting of her great wings is all the more movement she makes. A gurgle in the pit of her belly brings an aching to her gums. A burning need inside her to feed begins to ignite as each beat of the mares heart rings in her ears. Fending off the urge with small talk, "I take it you know Levi?" Assuming she knows the answer is yes but not wanting the mare to leave yet, she indulges in her diplomatic way of prying for information...
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