She hung to Lucrazia’s lips, eager to take in all what the golden mare could tell her about her trip to the mountain’s very top. If someone would tell her that it was impossible to grow more excited, then she would prove them wrong. Amorette was eager to go, to explore herself and that her new companion agreed to join her only made it better.
”But not too hot, though I can imagine one wouldn’t step too close to the edge.” Her laugher is soft and the grin upon her lip amused. ”I would almost ask what we are waiting for” she teases back, knowing damn well one didn’t just decide to climb like the top like this. After all, Lucrezia had told her that she might make it up and down in a day if she would start with the early morning light.
Even though the subject of their conversation changes, Amore is just as eager to hear what the older mare could tell her. During her time in the Gates she had been very young and though she remembers a lot, there is so much more she doesn’t. Nor had she learned about the other kingdoms, except for the Dale who’s diplomats she had greeted when they had come to the Gates’ border.
She remembers Weir and Fynnegan with a small smile. ”I’ve only met diplomats from the Dale, but I know very little of the kingdom life.” She does not know the Deserts Lucrezia speaks off, but Amorette could imagine her as a diplomat. Not hard after what she had seen of the peafowl mare. Her lips curl up at the mention of wings again. And falter, as her new queen tells her something she has no knowledge off.
”Is that what happened?” she asks. Until now she does not know what had changed their world upside down. How it had been that Magnus had lost his wings and what had made the Gates disappear. Yes, she was grateful for having found him again, but her worries for her mother were still there.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
