04-21-2018, 03:02 PM
The adorable little whinny makes her heart clench. With herself safely between the colt and declining mountain side she runs her muzzle across his entire frame. Amorette finds nothing. Just a newborn colt that somehow had gotten himself this high upon the volcano, with the danger of falling and sliding down at full speed.
When he speaks to tell her that he is okay, she barely hears him. Her dark eyes are locked on the fragments at his feet. ”What’s this?” she murmurs out loud, without really meaning too, as she dips her head to touch one of the bigger ones. An eggshell? This big? Mentally putting the pieces together it crosses her mind that the egg must have been big enough to hold a foal. “Oh.” Well that is something new. Amore’s eyes are on the colt again. He really had been about to take his first steps in life.
“I am sure they are close, even now..” she murmurs, her lips pressing against his back as she allows the realisation set in. Not something you came across every day. Amorette does not allow herself more than a couple of seconds, now was not the time. She’d to get the golden winged boy to the ground safely first.
He thinks too little of the decline, and Amorette too much. She watches him worriedly, and oh, if it had been Byrne of Arden this high up the volcano, she’d called them right back to her side. Instead she holds her breath, and hurries after the colt, to find relief once they safely reach the ground. And – thank the lords – the colt comes right back to her. Instinct makes her draw him close, though it is more for herself than for him. He does not need the support, nor soothing, as he had been oblivious to the danger he had been in. “Of course I will try to help you find your mother” she tells him, pulling back with a smile upon her lips. “What do you remember of her visiting you?” Yes, she’d admit that it sounded crazy, but hey, the colt had hatched from an egg, how much crazier could it get?
The ebony woman does not know where to start, other than that they have to start somewhere. Probably not too far away from the volcano, but as she glances around she notices no one that would match the description. Slowly her gaze moves back to Grye, playfully flicking his poll, as she steers him to the right.
When he speaks to tell her that he is okay, she barely hears him. Her dark eyes are locked on the fragments at his feet. ”What’s this?” she murmurs out loud, without really meaning too, as she dips her head to touch one of the bigger ones. An eggshell? This big? Mentally putting the pieces together it crosses her mind that the egg must have been big enough to hold a foal. “Oh.” Well that is something new. Amore’s eyes are on the colt again. He really had been about to take his first steps in life.
“I am sure they are close, even now..” she murmurs, her lips pressing against his back as she allows the realisation set in. Not something you came across every day. Amorette does not allow herself more than a couple of seconds, now was not the time. She’d to get the golden winged boy to the ground safely first.
He thinks too little of the decline, and Amorette too much. She watches him worriedly, and oh, if it had been Byrne of Arden this high up the volcano, she’d called them right back to her side. Instead she holds her breath, and hurries after the colt, to find relief once they safely reach the ground. And – thank the lords – the colt comes right back to her. Instinct makes her draw him close, though it is more for herself than for him. He does not need the support, nor soothing, as he had been oblivious to the danger he had been in. “Of course I will try to help you find your mother” she tells him, pulling back with a smile upon her lips. “What do you remember of her visiting you?” Yes, she’d admit that it sounded crazy, but hey, the colt had hatched from an egg, how much crazier could it get?
The ebony woman does not know where to start, other than that they have to start somewhere. Probably not too far away from the volcano, but as she glances around she notices no one that would match the description. Slowly her gaze moves back to Grye, playfully flicking his poll, as she steers him to the right.
OOC:
Sorry for the lack of html, it broke.. :/