Again, one little thing had been enough to make her hide. She knows it is stupid to let herself be influenced this easily by such a thing, and yet she had let it happen again. First she had tried to run, had fled to the forest, but in the end Amorette had wind up in Tephra again. After showing Mura around, she had thus slipped off in the darkness of the volcano’s many caves. Here she’d found the solitude she had been looking for.
Or had thought to be looking for. In truth, loneliness doesn’t fit the ebony woman at all. Amore thrives around others, where she can help, and laugh, and just live. And again she had let something small stand between her and just doing that. This time, too, Amorette swears to herself that it will be the last time.
Her stomach is rounder than before, a sharp eye would catch her pregnancy, where others might be kept oblivious for a little while longer. Amorette hadn’t told anybody, and unless Levi did, nobody knew yet. Something she preferred to keep that way for as long as she could. Does she regret the child? No, absolutely not, but does she regret the father? Perhaps. Only the future knows the answer to that. And it is not like he is around. The flaming male has left as quickly as he came back, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
A chimed greeting makes her look up, surprised, and perhaps even a little startled. Her eyes are quick to find a pure white mare, and even before the mare introduces herself, Amorette knows who she was finally meeting: Saedìs. She finds herself smiling back, and lightly nodding her head.
”It’s nice to meet you, Saedìs. My name is Amorette.” Her words are genuine as she steps forward to offer the white mare her own dark nose. She would not force the exchange of scents upon Seadìs, leaving the other mare free to close the last bit of distance between them. It had been a while since the ebony mare had been this relaxed, calm and thriving in the presence of another just like her. Like instant falling in love; the instant companionship between them is thick: from Amore’s point of view. “Has Tephra been kind to you? You look good.”
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
