Fire, water, earth and air. It does not matter to which element one leans, Tephra offers plenty for all of them. The volcano is obvious home to fire, there is no denying in that. Water surrounds the island, and is to be found in the plenty streams and ponds. There is plenty of land and mountains for those who feel at home in and around earth to make themselves comfortable. Last, but not least, air, something which every land has. In Tephra those who have wings don’t run into obstacles like trees, and the volcano is a great flight lane.
Amorette clearly affinity with fire. It does goes back to her birth home, but the living mountain has also given her the ability to heal. Mostly fire is used to destroy, but not when the ebony mare wields it. It would be a lie to say that she does not enjoy the irony.
But the volcano is not all that she loves about Tephra. The waters are just another thing. Today it is not the heated pond, her heavy legs require something else. The last stage of her pregnancy weights his toll, and the lack of moving does not really help either. Amore’s legs are all swollen, full of fluids, and she is in dire need to sooth them. Something the seawater would do just fine.
It is there that she runs into Wound. Although they aren’t strangers to one another, they have yet to get acquainted. ”Hello there” she kindly greets the greying bay mare. She’d meant to offer her fellow diplomat a dip of her head, but instead a relieved sigh escapes past her lips. For a short moment Amore’s eyes fall half closed, shifting her weight from one leg to another, unable to not groan softly as the fresh water sooths some of the soreness of her legs.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
