09-17-2018, 03:08 PM
She does not fight, or ignore, the pull that instinctively guides her towards the borders. She does not question why she knows, nor does she allows herself to take the easy way out. Deep down Amorette has known for a while, there simply hadn’t been another plausible explanation for his disappearance, but that does not mean the ebony woman is willing to accept it. Yet, even less does she want to turn her back on him now.
Once before she had abandoned him, overcome by her own grief, and at that time she had told sworn to never let it happen again.
Her pace is steady, but she does not rush herself. She is dreading the very moment, and she is afraid of what she will see and learn, as it would be another failure to add to her list. Could she even consider herself a healer, when she could not even keep her dearest friend from suffering. Once they come into sight, Amore halts, sad eyes watching the group. Magnus and Lucrezia have beat her to it, they too have come to say goodbye.
“Warrick..” His name is but a soft whisper coming from her lips, tears already wetting her eyes and thickening her voice. She does not need to say how awful he looks, nor does she need to look him over any more than the first sight she’d seen. Slowly her legs carry her forward, only glancing to her father and Lucrezia for a short moment, as Warrick holds her attention.
Like often before, the ebony woman does not halt, but instead steps cautiously into his personal space. Not because she is afraid of whatever he might carry, but to keep her navy friend from further harm. Amorette does not cast her gaze down, but allows her pain and sorrow to show. Slowly she extends her neck, and reaches out to offer the navy stargazer her nose, like they have so often done. “I’m sorry..” she whispers next, heart and mind unable to keep her together.
@[Warrick]
Just HAD to get a reply up here.
Once before she had abandoned him, overcome by her own grief, and at that time she had told sworn to never let it happen again.
Her pace is steady, but she does not rush herself. She is dreading the very moment, and she is afraid of what she will see and learn, as it would be another failure to add to her list. Could she even consider herself a healer, when she could not even keep her dearest friend from suffering. Once they come into sight, Amore halts, sad eyes watching the group. Magnus and Lucrezia have beat her to it, they too have come to say goodbye.
“Warrick..” His name is but a soft whisper coming from her lips, tears already wetting her eyes and thickening her voice. She does not need to say how awful he looks, nor does she need to look him over any more than the first sight she’d seen. Slowly her legs carry her forward, only glancing to her father and Lucrezia for a short moment, as Warrick holds her attention.
Like often before, the ebony woman does not halt, but instead steps cautiously into his personal space. Not because she is afraid of whatever he might carry, but to keep her navy friend from further harm. Amorette does not cast her gaze down, but allows her pain and sorrow to show. Slowly she extends her neck, and reaches out to offer the navy stargazer her nose, like they have so often done. “I’m sorry..” she whispers next, heart and mind unable to keep her together.
@[Warrick]
Just HAD to get a reply up here.