Knowing of dead is one thing, forced to face is something entirely different. It is no pretty sight. Unmistakable it is Karaugh, or perhaps ‘was’ is a better way of phrasing it. The vampyric buckskin mare no longer is. And although Amorette can’t really get herself to mourn the mare, she doesn’t deserve this fate either. It is not really a pretty sight either. Her body is all rigid and her eyes stare into nothing.
The sudden voice startles her. Her head jerks up sharply and she stumbles a couple of steps backwards. Ears flick back, then forth, as the red eyed black blanket male peers at her across Karaugh’s dead body. ”Who’re you?” she asks, her voice shakier than her liking. Many thoughts swirl through her mind, but to back away from the red eyed stallion isn’t one of them. As he speaks her eyes – still full of shock – move back to the dead body, unable to grasp the reality. ”W-what happened? Where’s the child?”
Had the witch died during childbirth? And if so, where is the child? The stallion had spoken about the girl having a name, so she should be alive, but where was she? The thought of a newborn girl alone out in these woods angers her, but it would also give her the drive to find Kaurma. That the girl might be Levi’s daughter is a thought she attempts to push to the back of her mind. Amorette strongly dislikes the idea, however, it’s not the child’s fault. And if she was out there alone, she definitely needs help.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
@[Neo]
Sorry for the wait <3