Adorable. There is no other way to describe the look upon young Kryptic’s features. She is not able to stop her lips from curling, the sight was simply too endearing. ”Yes, that is it” she says to encourage the tobiano colt. One careful step into the light, but doesn’t everything start with one first step?
It is a good thing that she manages to hold back her laugh. Amorette’s lips are curled up into a smile – one she hopes works encouraging – and she silently cooed about his cuteness. Those too large wings and careful, yet brave!, steps into the light. Even the way in which he stumbles is adorable. Less funny is the way he actually falls, and how his legs and wings seem to tangle all together in one bunch of wildly flying limbs.
For a moment the dark woman can only stare at him, his panic rubbing off on her, but the little cry for help pulls her out of it. ”It’s okay, you’re fine. I’m here, I’m here” she tries to calm him, offering the words to him with a hushed voice. Amore dips her head towards him, attempting to avoid the flying limbs, but eventually deciding to just ignore them.
Her lips gently flick his poll, nuzzling him before pulling back a little so she is able to look at his mismatched eyes. ”One step at a time, little one.” There is still a smile playing with the corners of her lips, but never it is to make fun of him. Amorette comes to stand beside his frame, her muzzle examining his entire body as checks if he has hurt himself. ”Are you hurt?” she asks softly, her dark eyes searching his again. She would only gently encourage him to get up if she knew he was okay. Other than the shock of the daylight, that was something he would get used with time.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
