With the meeting concluded, it is time to silently slip away. Not to leave Tephra, she hopes to not have to leave the volcanic land in quite some time. She honestly cannot say that the lockdown is a bad thing. The reason behind it is, but it makes perfect sense that Warrick is doing anything he can to keep Tephra safe. He hasn’t failed Tephra. Not like Amore did herself.
The guilt is enough reason for her to slip away quietly. She knows she has been seen – it hadn’t been her goal to hide herself after all – but knowing that Warrick’s words must cause some havoc, the ebony woman is pretty sure that nobody would notice her leave. Why would they? She’s just one of the many faces, and a lot of those who had been gathered don’t even know her. And so Amorette slips away, absolutely certain that she has some time for herself. Time she should use to figure out how, and when, to approach Warrick. That much she owes him.
Her legs carry her to the beach. Not the place where she usually was to be found, but perhaps that is why she favours it over her previous favourite places. What could she say? The sounds of crashing waves and seagulls calms her, strangely enough, and the soft breeze is just a pleasure to enjoy. That nobody would think to come and find her here is just a complimentary effect.
Amorette ends up on the beach, ankle deep in the sea, as the waves gently roll over them. This time it isn’t to sooth aching joints, but to simply enjoy. No one needs an excuse to enjoy one of the many pleasures in life.
@[wound]
The guilt is enough reason for her to slip away quietly. She knows she has been seen – it hadn’t been her goal to hide herself after all – but knowing that Warrick’s words must cause some havoc, the ebony woman is pretty sure that nobody would notice her leave. Why would they? She’s just one of the many faces, and a lot of those who had been gathered don’t even know her. And so Amorette slips away, absolutely certain that she has some time for herself. Time she should use to figure out how, and when, to approach Warrick. That much she owes him.
Her legs carry her to the beach. Not the place where she usually was to be found, but perhaps that is why she favours it over her previous favourite places. What could she say? The sounds of crashing waves and seagulls calms her, strangely enough, and the soft breeze is just a pleasure to enjoy. That nobody would think to come and find her here is just a complimentary effect.
Amorette ends up on the beach, ankle deep in the sea, as the waves gently roll over them. This time it isn’t to sooth aching joints, but to simply enjoy. No one needs an excuse to enjoy one of the many pleasures in life.
@[wound]