”You wish” she chuckles, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she looks back at him with a playful twinkle in her eyes. ”Or are those wings of you merely meant for decoration?”
Though familiar with the path up, Amorette had long ago learned to not rush her way up. The most sturdiest looking rock could become your downfall, and even though she is able to heal any and all wounds on her body, she preferred to not have to do so. Occasionally she glances back at Warrick, she doesn’t know why exactly, and every time she’s reassured by a smile. He’s keeping up just fine. And he’s doing fine too, with the occasional sound of his wings flapping – to keep his balance she assumes. ”Not only decoration I see” she grins when she glances back at Warrick another time.
The heat had never really bothered her. Sometimes Amore did miss the change of season, due to the other seasons one learned to enjoy the separate seasons. Tephra wasn’t affected by them, except that it was a little hotter in summer than during the other seasons. The volcano kept the land warm and humid. That doesn’t mean the heat doesn’t have effect on her. Her coat, too, is soaked with sweat and ashes clinging to it. It doesn’t bother Amorette, just like she enjoys the somewhat burnt smell.
A smile tugs on her dark lips. They were nearly there. She’s just about to momentarily stop, turn and tell Warrick just that, but he beats her to it. Amorette finds herself clustered to his lips as he speaks. Nobody had ever told her about Pele. Both her ears pin forward and instead on continuing her way up, her attention is focussed on the bay and navy stallion.
His final words have her chuckling. A light shake of the head and her gaze moves back up to the volcano. Her grin matches his, just as the sparkle in his eyes. ”We won’t,” she replies eventually. ”Tephra doesn’t turn her back on those in need.” Not if it was up to her, and Amore liked to believe that she and Warrick were still very much alike.
For a brief moment she had looked back at the navy male, but soon the spitting volcano holds her interest again. Her head cocks a little to the side as she muses over what Warrick had told her about the fire goddess. ”Pele..” she murmurs, more to herself than anybody else. Beqanna’s fairies were very much real, it makes her wonder how real this goddess in Warrick’s story is. ”I wonder if she’s the one who blessed me then..” Once again, she is simply speaking her thoughts out loud.
Away from the volcano, her gaze turns to Tephra. From the volcano they have perfect view on the land as the sun is slowly setting. The clear day – the humid mist had been absent today – makes it possible to see quite far. ”Isn’t it beautiful?” she asks. Amorette thinks it is, but really, she is quite biased to Tephra. No other land had made her feel just as much as home as Tephra has.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
