His smile is contagious and she finds herself smiling back at the piebald colt. He’s simply adorable, from his baby naivety to the way too big wings that sprout from his shoulders. In this moment it is hard to believe he actually is hér son. Where Amorette feels hesitant about Karaugh, Kryptic is slowly conquering her heart.
A last gentle nuzzle against his crest and they are off. She doesn’t hurry, nor urge him to hurry and keep up. It wouldn’t do Kryptic any good, he first had to learn how to use his legs properly. Moving around was the only way to do so. And it looks like he is getting a pretty good hang of it. Amore enjoys watching the colt dart around, alive and carefree, like his youth should be.
This time Amorette doesn’t hold back her laugh. She hadn’t realises how much he had missed, but she finds him discovering something new with every step they make. ”Adorable” she murmurs out loud, shaking her head slightly, but the smile never leaves her lips. She joins him in the water when he darts further into it. ”That’s you, Krytpic. The water reflects and works like a mirror” she explains him, before dipping her muzzle towards her own reflection to lessen her thirst.
Kryptic is not the only one alerted by the noise. It doesn’t take her long to determine where the commotion comes from, and it doesn’t bode any good. The boy comes to her side and instinctively she pulls him closer against her side, hoping that it would offer him comfort. ”Come, let’s go take a look” she tells him softly, pressing her muzzle against his crest before turning into the direction of the cave where Karaugh is held captive.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
