From the field’s point of view Amorette is coming from the north. As she makes her way down to the field, the sun is in her face. Rather than cursing it, the ebony mare enjoys the ray warming her. Living in Tephra made her unused to the change of seasons, her coat still paper thin even though in other parts of Beqanna the autumn was well on its way.
The field is home to the homeless, a home to the those seeking a proper home. Among other places, it was thé place to look for horses that might fit in. Warrick had asked her to look for those who seemed to belong nowhere, but who deserved a place to call home nonetheless. Tephra could be that home, if they wanted her to be. Today Amorette was here to make the offer on her behalf.
She doesn’t bother to approach those who have already bonded together. Those horses wouldn’t need her, or Tephra, and thus she keeps an eye out for those that would. She finds it in the form of a huge – well, compared to Amore’s short form anyway – bay sabino mare. At first Amorette thinks it is Levi, but on a second look she notices the lack of flames, no Levi after all. The flutter of her heart goes as quickly it had come, but perhaps it is for the better.
When she approaches the mare Amorette makes sure to not surprise her. Her approach isn’t silent, and the soft breeze carries Amore’s sulfur laced scent towards the mare. Though huge and probably more than able to defend herself, the bay mare looks nervous, close to panicking even. ”Hello there” her voice friendly and light, but loud enough to cross the distance between them. Amorette is one who usually prefers to be close to others, this time she has decided against it, respecting that the tall bay mare might not be comfortable like that.
As her dark eyes quickly roam the bay’s form, her ears flick forward. ”Are you okay?” she asks, genuine worry in her eyes.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
