Her lips curl up at his reply, and she’s ready to shot something back at him, but decides to hold it back. He rescued himself there, for now Amorette would let him think that. There hadn’t happened much in her life to make her old either. It had been rather uneventful and quite lonely. The volcano was wonderful, but it had put as much as a task on her shoulders as Warrick had. The dark woman carries both with pride, yet the pressure was one she couldn’t ignore. Plus she felt like she had to successfully carry out both.
Both her tasks conflict with what happened and was currently happening in Tephra. She doesn’t know about the necessity of it, but if two rulers stood behind it, who was she to question them? Her heart screams it is wrong, while her mind fights back using Karaugh’s deception back in the cave. Even though the abuse is still plainly wrong, Amorette is glad that she isn’t the one who has to make the decision. That burden rests on Warrick’s shoulders, and, if they are really as alike as she thinks they are, he is conflicted by it as much as she is.
A light in the darkness. There is no way of denying how good that sounds, and Amore can only hope she’ll live up to Warrick’s warm words. ”I like the sound of that” she replies lightly, a warm smile tugging on the corners of her lips as she speaks. ”I will have to make sure not to outshine Tephra’s righteous king.” This time it is her turn to bump her nose against him.
That he doesn’t need to say twice. The smile on her lips grows impossibly wider and there is a bright twinkle in her dark eyes. The volcano is a beacon to all of Tephra, more than one found their way back home with the volcano as their reference point. ”I hope not too long for you to now struggle with the climb?” she teases him, but she does not wait for Warrick’s reply.
She had explored most of the fire spitting mountain, except for the caves that lingered underneath. Ever since Lucrezia had planted the idea of climbing the volcano in her mind, Amorette had enjoyed doing exactly that. She enjoys his company, even in the silence. There is no need to exchange words – and the both can make better use of their breath as they climb. She follows the familiar path up, causing some small rocks to tumble down from time to time, only glancing back from time to time to see if Warrick had lost his footing yet.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
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