Momentarily she has forgotten about their game, too enchanted by all the little things she can see in the pond. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had heard Besra call out to her, fear lacing in her voice, but she is honestly too engrossed to acknowledge it. As the older filly’s nose bumps her shoulder Amorette looks up to meet her gaze with a wide grin, jumping enthusiastically on her place. ”Just look Besra! she once again urges her friend to look at the wonderful thing in front of them, not acknowledging the warning the older girl had just given her.
A wide grin spread on the dark girl’s lips as her sister – because in her eyes both Felinae and Besra are a part of their little family – finally looks down to the enchanting water and agrees with her. ”I know right!” she exclaims, voice still convoying her enthusiasm. Amorette slowly lowers her muzzle towards the water, eyeing it a little carefully and hesitant – after all, you never knew what could be hidden in the water –, before touching the surface. Just as she was about to pull back giggling to watch the now moving water, she can feel Besra’s nose bumping her shoulder once again.
Instantly a pouts form on her lip as she watches the black and blue filly leap away from her. Amorette doesn’t notice the form of her brother behind her back yet, focussed on the blue haired girl she now tries to catch up with. ”That was not fair!” she calls out loudly and whining. The distance between her and Besra is too big and the further she crosses around the lake, the further the other girl gets away.
The pout once again adorns her lips as she stops, panting loudly as her eyes follow her best friend’s form. ”This is no fun..” she mutters underneath her breath, stomping her hoof on the ground as her little tail flicks through the air annoyed. ”I wasn’t even paying attention.” As she looks up again, to look at her friend from across the water, she notices the pale form moving in her direction. Instantly she knows who he is and what he is to her, all though he had never formally met him. ”Brother!”
Once again Amorette has forgotten about their game, now making her way towards the horned yearling. Her maman had only mentioned him, told her about him, but she had only seen him from afar. Smiling widely she nears him, a little too eager and jumping up and down in enthusiasm. ”Did you come to join us? Pleaaasee?” Her eyes shimmer in hope, already getting enthusiastic from the thought only.
Not that much later another colt joins them and to her surprise – and enthusiasm – he is closer to her own height than to Leck or Besra’s. ”Salut!” she greets the bay and already graying boy back. Her gaze lingers on him only for a moment before she looks up at her golden, but also graying, horned brother. Right now she finds him much more interesting and who could blame her? It was the first time she saw her mysterious brother up close and little Amorette was more than eager to meet him.
amorette
minette's petit papillon
