04-25-2018, 06:28 PM
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W ith the tension lingering above their heads, Wound had felt worry gnaw at her stomach when she hadn’t been able to find Amorette. Although she’d only ever spoken individually with the dark mare once, the diplomat had seen how close she’d been to Warrick. Anything that strikes up stress within her Overseer thereby strikes up stress for Wound — not because her emotions are so severely tied to Warrick, but because the things he worries about are valid.However, Amorette’s late appearance to the meeting brought about a swirl of mingled emotions, both positive and negative. She had made a mental note to reconnect with her fellow diplomat soon. She does find Amorette standing ankle-deep in the sea — not unlike their original encounter when the dark mare had been swollen with pregnancy. Wound briefly wonders after her friend’s child, a silent lightning bolt of dread dragging through her stomach. Had that been the reason Amorette had retired into such deep corners no one could trace her? Wound clears her throat as she approaches from Amorette’s right hip, allowing an audible sigh to leave her throat as the waves roll over her feet. Although autumn has arrived, the waters are still exceptionally warm. “Amorette.” Her greeting is soft against the hush of the tides but it isn’t harsh. “It’s good to see you again.” She doesn’t ask the most obvious question, sure that her friend will answer it if she feels comfortable enough. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Amorette]