At last there is someone coming in her direction. Amorette tilts her head a little to the side as she curiously studies him. He’s a stranger to her, both at sight and scent, yet he reminds her of Magnus. Her papa – or actually adoptive father, in absence of her own – supports the same stunning colour, but this stranger comes without wings. As she had yet to learn and discover the less nice parts of this world little Amorette doesn’t question his handsome appearance, nor the fact that he approached her.
Once he gets nearer to her the smile upon her lips widens, but at the same time her shyness and insecurities grow too. Children were easy to be around and play with, but once the smoky black girl found herself among adults she had some unexplainable feeling that Amorette had to please them. Only the thought of disappointing them put a weight upon her shoulders and you could almost say that she was afraid of others being disappointed in her. Therefor his words make her flinch. It’s not like she understand exactly what he says, but the tone is clear enough.
She steps backwards as her head dips towards the ground. A lump forms in her throat and she doesn’t know what to say. War? Was the Gates at war? But Magnus had told them they would be safe here and live peacefully without any troubles. ”W-war..?” her voice is small as she repeats his words. Amorette doesn’t dare to look up at the buckskin male, instead she stands there as a scolded child.
Then he introduces himself, by simply speaking out his own name, leaving her to guess that is what he is called. ”My name is Amorette” she replies as she still studies the snow underneath their hooves, not daring to look up to him yet. Oh yes, she feels terrible, hating the fact that she had apparently disappointed this stallion before she had even spoken a word. How much worse could thing get?
amorette
minette's petit papillon
