Though the forest’s vegetation would perhaps partially hide her from view, it wouldn’t be enough to hide her approach completely. Or, that was how Amorette had pictured it. She hadn’t realised that the leaves on the ground had muffled the sound of her steps. ”Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to startle you.” She offers her apology with a small smile, glad that the pale blue mare doesn’t seem to hold it against her.
Curious her dark eyes follow the moves of the pale woman when she steps closer. Amore does not move away, easily accepting the presence of another into her personal space. As to finish the physical greeting she extends her neck and offers the icy girl her nose, an offer to exchange scents.
After pulling back the ebony woman is about to introduce herself, to start of a little chitchat. She hadn’t approached with a clear vision in mind, but the demand for her name isn’t any of the options she had thought of. The directness baffles her a little, enough to make her lift her head rather sharply and meet blue eyes with her own dark ones. Amorette pauses, eyeing the blue mare over, before eventually answering. ”I’m Amorette.” Because that is who she is.
”Who are you?” she asks in return, as is her good right, but her voice is still gentle. Dark ears alter between pointing forward and moving around, the forest around them was still very much alive and Amore doesn’t want to get surprised like she had surprised the unknown stranger in front of her.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
