Meeting Karaugh had been a live changing event for Amorette. Not only had she taken a young colt under her care, but she had also been forced to change her view of the world. Due to her gentle heart and sweet nature she had always looked at things from the bright side of life. Focussing on the good rather than the bad. Now she knew how naïve she had always been.
Still the dark woman doesn’t know what to think of Karaugh and her captivity in Tephra. The Tephra she knew and treasured was a sanctuary, not a prison. And especially not one that abused its prisoners. Ever since Amore had learned what Levi had done to Karaugh – though she hadn’t yet heard his side of the story – she’d refused to talk to the fire magician. But even time hadn’t helped her figure out her thoughts.
It had been easier to focus her attention on Kryptic. The boy was a victim in this all. It wasn’t his fault his mother had ended up in Tephra’s cave, and yet Levi hadn’t seemed to care about his wellbeing. Amorette did. No child should be locked in the cave like that and seeing his reaction to light had only made her more determined. But it had not been her intention to steal the colt away from his mother. She is aware it might look like that and she wouldn’t blame the vampiric mare for being angry about her child being taken away. In her best effort to care for him she had not wandered away from his side, always making sure he wasn’t lacking anything.
But she’d known that one that she would have to return him to his mother’s side. Kryptic wasn’t her son and she’d only stepped up to temporary care for him. ”Come, little one,” She nuzzles his crest lovingly, nudging to encourage him to get up. ”We have somewhere to go.”
Amore had been watching over him while he was resting, and commotion in front of the cave had caught her attention. She watches over Kryptic while he gets up, smiling softly. Oh, how easy it would be to just walk away and take him with her, but she knows it is not right. She had grown fond of the bat winged colt, it was the simple truth, and the idea that he would be reunited with his mother brings her both joy and sadness. No, she wouldn’t like it to see him go.
Out of the four horses present, she only know the two males. Warrick and Levi were both there. Seeing the flaming male still conflicts her, but it was not the right time for that. The two mares, however, are completely unfamiliar to the fire healer. Enough to not approach them all the way, not with Kryptic at her side. But they are just in time to hear Warrick speak.
Karaugh’s daughter. Kryptic’s older sister. And Karaugh wasn’t yet released, but to be brought out nonetheless. Gently guiding the winged colt closer against her chest Amorette absent-mindedly starts grooming him, almost like she’s trying to reassure herself that he is still there. ”Would you like to see your mother again?”
Of course he would. Karaugh was his mother and the buckskin woman had been rather protective of him. There must be some bond between them, and Amorette wouldn’t deny him to continue bonding with her. Even if she disliked the idea.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
