05-13-2018, 10:07 AM
She takes no pride in the way she had left Warrick to fend on his own, and her self-grudge had only grown once she had learned about all the things that had happened during her absence. Three, out of the six, Beqannan kingdoms had a change of leader, of which one of them problematic and the other two could proof themselves to be just as dangerous. They hadn’t stolen just one, not two, but as much as three of Tephra’s habitants. It was no wonder that Warrick had placed Tephra, and her habitants, on lockdown.
Amorette had not expected anyone to really notice her, let alone to follow her once she had taken her leave. Clearly she hadn’t kept to herself enough, or perhaps Wound is as observing as you’d expect of the Head of Peace. Her right ear turns into Wound’s direction, followed by a dark eye as Amore slightly bends her neck to glance back across her shoulder, then dips her head in a silent greeting, acknowledging the friend’s presence.
Her gaze, after quickly looking Wound over to make sure the greying silverbay mare is okay, is quick to move away again. She is unable to look at Wound’s features for more than a few seconds, afraid of what she would see, or what Wound would read on Amore’s own face. For a while the silence stretches, and although it is all but comfortable, the ebony woman does not know what to say. There are so many things she does want to say, from apologizing to telling her own struggles to discussing the recent happenings. But instead of any of that, a more simple question slips past her lips.
“How are you, … Wound?”
@[wound]
Sorry for the wait <3