07-29-2018, 10:52 AM
“They wouldn’t only see us as such, but we will be the kidnappers.”
Those had been the last words she had spoken at the meeting. In her eyes the kidnapping of children is no better than murder. No parent should be separated from their children, not by any mean. That their intentions in live aren’t good, does not automatically make them bad parents. That, at least, is what Amorette likes to believe. After all, there must be something good in them.
Yet, that believe does not erase the horrible sight of her mind. As the group of royalty and trusted had departed, the ebony woman had kept herself together, forced herself to bid all goodbye. Then excused herself, promising Warrick she would find him soon, that she’d only needed a moment to herself.
Her legs carry herself across the unfamiliar beach, her prints soon washed away by the waves rolling onto the beach. First she walks without destination, but that all changes when Amore’s dark eyes land upon his familiar winged silhouette. She walks towards him as the last sunlight graces the day, and whispers his name in the dusk, almost not daring to break the heart-breaking silence. “Belgaer.”
Instead of speaking more, she steps forward to close the distance between them. Even in the dark, she does not miss the grave look in his eyes, nor the twitch of his lips. Her muzzle finds his shoulder, as he stands with his head lowered. Grieving, but who could blame him for that? Her heart cries for them, for those unfortunate souls, but it too pains her to see one grief like this.
@[Belgaer] <3
Those had been the last words she had spoken at the meeting. In her eyes the kidnapping of children is no better than murder. No parent should be separated from their children, not by any mean. That their intentions in live aren’t good, does not automatically make them bad parents. That, at least, is what Amorette likes to believe. After all, there must be something good in them.
Yet, that believe does not erase the horrible sight of her mind. As the group of royalty and trusted had departed, the ebony woman had kept herself together, forced herself to bid all goodbye. Then excused herself, promising Warrick she would find him soon, that she’d only needed a moment to herself.
Her legs carry herself across the unfamiliar beach, her prints soon washed away by the waves rolling onto the beach. First she walks without destination, but that all changes when Amore’s dark eyes land upon his familiar winged silhouette. She walks towards him as the last sunlight graces the day, and whispers his name in the dusk, almost not daring to break the heart-breaking silence. “Belgaer.”
Instead of speaking more, she steps forward to close the distance between them. Even in the dark, she does not miss the grave look in his eyes, nor the twitch of his lips. Her muzzle finds his shoulder, as he stands with his head lowered. Grieving, but who could blame him for that? Her heart cries for them, for those unfortunate souls, but it too pains her to see one grief like this.
@[Belgaer] <3