She really tries to hold back, but the dark woman cannot stop her lips from curling up. He is so serious, and chuckling at him wouldn’t do him any good. He’s too young to understand, to know, and she cannot blame him for that. However, that just doesn’t make it any less funny. ”No, sweetheart, you’re not burning” she replies softly, shaking her head as she does. Amorette reaches down to gently nudge him, in an attempt to roll him off his wing. She could imagine that that would hurt, or at least be uncomfortable.
When he tries to get up she gives him some space to find his balance, her being in his way wouldn’t do any good. She doesn’t move far from his side, with the idea to break his fall if he might stumble back down to the ground. ”You can do it” she softly encourages him, still smiling.
Once he stands, Amorette finds it impossible to stay way any longer now. She is careful not to bump him back into the ground as her muzzle lightly trails down his back. ”Well done” she compliments lovingly, gently flicking his poll with her muzzle before pulling back.
She had expected this question, just not so quick. Her smile falters and she glances back at the darkness of the cave which they had only just exited. Karaugh was still there, unable to join them outside for now. And although Amore still hates the idea of captivity and torture, the buckskin’s little trick had harmed the natural faith she had in others. ”Your mother is still in..” in what? Her prison? ”.. the cave.”
Her eyes travel over his piebald form. He did look nothing like his mother, except for the big leathery wings at his sides. She doesn’t frown upon them, they made him look even more adorable, too big for his undeveloped form. He was too old to be a newborn, but the lack of exercise made him more lanky than he should’ve been. But she could only hope he was old enough to nibble on some grass and drink water.
”Let’s get you something to drink, hm?” she tries to steer away from their previous conversation, nodding into the direction of Tephra’s stream. The water would neither be too cold or too hot, and there was this perfect shallow spot where she could let him have his first taste of water safely.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
