dry eyes in the pouring rain || sabra & any

[Lavendel]

Lavendel

She does not question Sabra's intent to send the two women off. She knows better than that. Instead, she smiles and bows her head to the two monarchs before silently making her leave, praying Amorette will have the same sense to follow. It would be nice to catch up with the ebony mare, no matter the circumstances their meeting was under. Her shoulders are tense as she makes her way to the forest glade. The moonlight casts a soft glow upon her milky features. She had matured since the last time Amorette had seen her. She was no longer a little girl. The walk she had tried to mirror had been adopted into its own regency, her head held high with the titles she tried to catch. Deep in her bones pried thrummed beautifully with the marrow that kept her standing. Though she was sure her companion still saw the little Lamb she had met in the Taiga all those months ago.

So many had met her when she was a child that it had been hard to toss away the playful nickname she had loved. It was diplomats that carried thier kingdom's pride. Not babes frshly weaned. However, Lamb would always be a part of her she would allow those closest to her to view. What is a woman without her childhood? "How have you been darling Amorette?"

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