His words had hurt her in a way she hadn’t thought it was possible for words to hurt. Not only had he accused her of bringing the vampyric bitch back into Tephra, but with those biting words he had also told her he didn’t trust her. So what, if she’d brought Karaugh back, something that would only happen with a damn good reason. It hadn’t been the case, of course, but it had told Amorette that Tephra’s overseer didn’t trust her judgement.
Ever since they hadn’t spoken, nor been in one another’s presence. At first she had been glad that he hadn’t come to find her, it would be like rubbing salt in an open wound. But as more and more time passed, more and more conflicting emotions had started to trouble her mind. Still, Amore hadn’t attempted to find Warrick, but it didn’t stop her from answering his call. Tephra’s business is her business.
She settles herself besides Kryptic. ”Hello, little one” she greets him bemused. He hardly is little anymore, and yet, she knows he will always be her little one. Amorette presses her muzzle up to ruffle his poll, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. They don’t get time to actually talk, as Warrick starts his speech. She doesn’t reach out to meet his nose, but neither does she step back or show anything in her face when he reaches out to touch Kryptic.
Unlike others, Amorette had never really gotten to know either Ellyse or Dahmer, and thus she honestly cannot be really worried about their disappearance. They must have had a good reason, so in truth, she worries more for Sylva’s new leader – and all the insecurities new leadership brings – than her old ones. The flicker of interest is genuine, but it is no different from her interest in the other lands. She’d say it is the diplomat in her.
Amorette is, and would be, whatever Tephra wants and needs her to be. Her ambition isn’t about titles and achievements, but to serve Tephra, so she can become the sanctuary Warrick envisions. Thus doesn’t she push herself forward. A leader should be able to trust his highest ranked members, and as of now, he had shown he doesn’t trust her.
Her dark eyes hovering over the faces of all those around her. Some are known, but so many others are not. Something that probably would have to change, like Warrick had said, they all are one big family. And what family didn’t know one another? A young girl offers an opportunity to just do so. ”I could accompany you on your visit to Ischia, if you like, before or after going to Sylva. Though we’d have to wait for low tide” After all, Amorette doesn’t have wings to carry her through the sky, or fins to help her face the tide.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
OOC: Sorry, I'm rusty.. :/