His kind words put a smile on her lips, also fluster her a little, and make her glance away for a moment. It makes her think of the words her father had once spoken to her. Magnus had been so sure that she would make a fine diplomat one day, or was that only how she had interpret his words as a child? Anyway, it was a memory Amore cherished. ”Thank you” she mutters softly, still avoiding his two-toned gaze.
”The face of Tephra.” Those words have her looking up again, just in time to notice to mischief shown in his eyes. It makes her chuckle and grin up at him, reaching out to nip at his brown shoulder as silent payback. ”You mean that though?” She? A face of Tephra? ”I like the sound of that.” Claiming otherwise would be a lie. But she wasn’t thé face, nor would Amore consider herself that.
It’s impossible to not look at Levi when he moves further into the water. Steam rises up from his crest and tail and the wind carries away the soft hiss of fire and water meeting. It was quite a curious sight. ”You almost look like a smoking volcano about to burst” she chuckles softly, her dark eyes twinkling as she steps further into the water. She doesn’t venture in as far as Levi, she was much shorter and the sea would swallow her if she would venture as deep.
A soft sigh escapes from between her lips and for a moment her eyes fall closed. In Tephra the water was never cold, just like the Tephran winter didn’t know any snow. It was pleasant. But like this the ash would never fully be erased from her skin. Squeezing her eyes shut she dips her head into the water, and when she resurfaces she shakes her head with a grin, sending more droplets in Levi’s direction.
”So, can I be seen in your presence again?”
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
