The overseer calls, and they gather. Amorette is no exception. With the others that had gathered, three other mares, a couple of kids, an unknown male lingering in the back and then a familiar face that she hadn’t seen in a long while: Warrick. Her attention switches to the golden winged mare that had been introduced to her as Ellyse and Amore listens to what she has to say.
It was the third time she witnesses such an event. Different words had been spoken every time and different reasons had been given, but the underlying message was the same. One ruler stepping down and appointing a new one. This time the invisible crown was passed on from Ellyse to Warrick.
She hadn’t seen the star gazer in a long while. Ellyse had mentioned that he had returned to them, thus pointing out to her that he indeed had been away, doing god knows what. Not that Amorette can hold that against him, she had spent time in solitude too, though never away from Tephra. She missed something of herself when she wasn’t around the volcano.
Out of those that have gathered, no-one else speaks before her. Though the silence isn’t pressing or uncomfortable, Warrick deserves a welcome. She cannot call them friends, or acquaintances even, but a familiar face nonetheless and one that seemed willing to invest in Tephra. ”Welcome home, Warrick. It’s good to see you back.”
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
