She had been looking at them, her gaze switching from Thatcher to Illae, Thatcher and back to Illae again, with a hopeful and excited sparkle in her eyes. She wanted them to come with her to the Gates, to show them the beautiful place she could call home and she wanted it to be her new friends home too. That would make it easier to hang out together too.
Of course Amorette hadn’t forgotten about her sister-like best friend, but the more the merrier, right? So her heart fluttered in excitement when both of the other two children agreed to come with her, a wide smile appearing on her lips. The smoky black girl’s gaze moves towards Thatcher, her head tilting a little to the side before she nods. ”Of course they will. They don’t turn anybody down” she replies instantly, stepping forward to press her muzzle gently to his shoulder. His striped coat still intrigues her, she mentally notes that she should ask her maman about it, but underneath her touch his coat feels just like anybody other’s.
Once Illae jumps away she is soon to join the other filly, standing alongside the dark girl. The wide, excited smile still adorns her lips as she turns back to look at Thatcher, whinnying softly to invite him to join them, before Amorette takes off in a light trot into the direction of the Gates.
The excitement keeps her going, legs that should be tired are still feeling light. Yet that doesn’t mean that she has forgotten about the other two who she leads towards her home. Amorette’s heart swells in pride, both because of the sight of the Gates’ lands that stretch out in front of them, but also because she had been able to show Thatcher and Illae her home. Her home that could be their home too, if they wanted.
She turns to look at them enthusiastically, smiling widely, before turning back to look at the sight in front of her again. ”Isn’t it beautiful?” she asks them. Now the spring has settled in the Gates had started to bloom again, rich green grass covering the hills, trees once again supporting green leaves and flowers to bloom everywhere. ”Come, come! You should see our magic tree! Casting the two another grin she takes off, this time only in an eager step, faintly remembering herself that their trip had been long and tiring enough.
amorette
minette's petit papillon
@[thatcher] @[Illae]