"To love is to burn, to be on fire."
Warrick’s leave gets to her more than she has ever anticipated. Even though she knows he is alive, as much as she is sure of her own, the ebony woman cannot stop worrying. Her heart cries for that of her best friend, but she also longs for his presence and comfort quite strongly. With Wound missing and Kolera and Lucrezia gone, Amorette does not have any friends left. Nobody to share her heartache with, or a shoulder to cry on.
Her nightmares still torment her, and waking up in a cold and empty bed does not help. Alone, she feels so incredibly alone, and the lack of any other equine in her life makes Amore more insecure than she has ever been. What had she done wrong, for things to end this way? In the darkness it is easy to doubt herself, almost too easy, and it only makes her retreat from what she loves the most.
Amorette is not meant to be alone. She strongly dislikes being alone, and yet she does not know how to face any of them. She does not want them to see what kind of failure she is. Warrick had asked them to look after his children, and Kromium had honoured in the best way possible, but the ebony woman had not been able to help either of them. While that is what she has always sworn to do. Help others, be the shoulder to lean on, the voice to comfort, but also one to laugh with, one that cherishes and holds. And in secret strongly longs to be held herself too.
Even if it would just be once. She’d just pretend to not think of the morrow, and quite possibly cry herself to sleep long after her one time partner has fallen asleep.
In her darkness Amore is not aware of Beqanna’s changes. The plague does not touch Tephra, their sanctuary is safe. But if she’d knew, the fire healer would quite possibly have forced herself to leave, to face the danger. Because she value’s helping more than saving her own life. Over the last year one of the volcano’s many caves has become her home once again, where she now stands snoozing in the opening as the sunlight warms he back.
@[magnus]