06-06-2018, 02:10 PM
“Amorette,” followed by an equally as questioning “Warrick?” is enough to make her leave one of the volcano’s many caves. She had been hiding from the sun, which burns mercilessly during summer. Around noon it is not the time to be busy when you live in Tephra. But no matter what she would be doing, and when, Amorette would never ignore a call. Especially not one sounding as alarming as Belgaer’s.
She can see his winged red silhouette from afar. Her pace is hurried, but not more than a quick trot. Warrick beats her to it. His wings carry him through the air, his travel much more fluent than hers. It does not trouble Amore, but what does trouble her, is the almost morbid look of Belgaer’s eyes.
“Belgaer?” she asks softly, like Warrick greeting the chestnut appaloosa by name, before she has even come to a halt. She offers him a small smile and a drop of her head before reaching out to press her muzzle against Warrick’s shoulder as she passes him. Amorette takes her place beside her king and friend, though her dark eyes soon find Belgaer again. “What brought you to Tephra today?”
Warrick’s words had been spoken before her arrival, and she does not doubt that he navy male had asked Belgaer something similar, but she cannot not ask. Clearly there is something wrong. From the expression on his face – stern and hard like he’s been plagued by a pained memory – to the almost tense way he carries his body. “Can we offer any help?”
@[Belgaer]
@[Warrick]
She can see his winged red silhouette from afar. Her pace is hurried, but not more than a quick trot. Warrick beats her to it. His wings carry him through the air, his travel much more fluent than hers. It does not trouble Amore, but what does trouble her, is the almost morbid look of Belgaer’s eyes.
“Belgaer?” she asks softly, like Warrick greeting the chestnut appaloosa by name, before she has even come to a halt. She offers him a small smile and a drop of her head before reaching out to press her muzzle against Warrick’s shoulder as she passes him. Amorette takes her place beside her king and friend, though her dark eyes soon find Belgaer again. “What brought you to Tephra today?”
Warrick’s words had been spoken before her arrival, and she does not doubt that he navy male had asked Belgaer something similar, but she cannot not ask. Clearly there is something wrong. From the expression on his face – stern and hard like he’s been plagued by a pained memory – to the almost tense way he carries his body. “Can we offer any help?”
@[Belgaer]
@[Warrick]