They were supposed to arrive earlier, with the sun still high in the sky, but there had been more obstacles on their path than they had both taken into account. Don’t get me wrong, there hadn’t been trouble on the road, but the plans had been a bit disrupted by a much needed conversation. Perhaps not the best timing – as they had business to take care of – but absolutely needed.
Amorette feels much better now. After spilling pain and verbally lash all what had built up between them. Like a weight lifted of her shoulders. It is too early to say everything is good and well, but they had made the first step to mend their relationship.
When they arrive at Sylva’s border she brushes her ebony muzzle across Warrick’s shoulder. She knows that his relationship with Ellyse had been so very different from hers, and although she isn’t particularly fond of the champagne mare, she doesn’t dislike her either. What matter is that Amorette knows Warrick does care, and although he is her touch leader, she knows what it is like to lose someone and that a little support could help. ”Breathe, Warrick, breathe.” She murmurs to him, offering him a small smile.
A smile that grows wider by the arrival of Lamb. So different, but unmistakably Lamb. The girl had grown, and was now only a shy year away from becoming an adult. Physically, because she had shown Amore a couple of times that she was wide beyond her years. ”Lamb, it’s nice to see you” she greets the girl smiling, stepping forward to offer the dunskin girl her nose. Though Lamb had introduced herself as Lavendel to Warrick, Amorette choses to address her in the way the girl had before identified her with. And until she would tell Amore different, that was how she would call her. ”Thank you, they did.” Though Amore cannot help but to glance at Warrick out of the corner of her eye.
The opalescent mare that arrives next must be Sabra, the Queen of whom Lamb spoke so fondly. She’s quick to focus her attention on Warrick, but the smile send in Amore’s way is answered with an acknowledging nod and a smile. Then her words are directed at Tephra’s Overseer again, all without introducing herself, or bothering to show interested in the ebony mare herself. Amorette would shrug it off, probably Sabra was just surprised by their visit, or something. She didn’t mean any harm with it, or did she? ”You must be Sabra, then, am I correct? My name is Amorette” she quickly solves the issue, offering the Queen another smile. To make sure she isn’t too direct, or perhaps impolite, she allows Warrick to answer Queen Sabra’s question.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
