His hostile reaction hadn’t scared her away. For a while she had just watched him afar, made sure he was okay. She had been scared and hurt too, but had stubbornly told herself that she didn’t had the right to be. Bragi was the one and only victim here.
Luckily, from there on things had only gotten better. Each time Amorette had dared to get a little closer, until they reached the point of comfortable friendship. The buckskin stallion looks much better nowadays. He is more sure of his movements, less spooked too, but from time to time the dark woman can still see
Nonetheless it is good to hear he is enjoying his little break. It meant that he was doing well till a certain point at least. ”Oh hush” she murmurs, laugh filling the air soon after. Amore reaches out to gently nip at his shoulder, making sure the sound of the moving water is enough to signal her approach. ”It’s good to hear you’re doing well. You look much better too.” That wasn’t a really hard thing to achieve, but an achievement nonetheless. The same can be said about the way he suddenly positions himself between her and Warrick.
Amorette had seen Tephra’s king coming, and nodded at him with a smile. She’d intended to introduce the two stallions to each other, but Bragi’s sudden protectiveness had beat her to it. She blinks her dark eyes at him a couple of times, before offering Warrick an apologetic smile as she steps forward. ”It’s okay, Bragi” she tells him, her voice light and warm, yet she is not unable to completely hide her amusement and the fact that she’s secretly flustered by his gesture. For a moment she stands beside the buckskin, her muzzle lightly touching his shoulder lightly, hopefully to make him understand things are really okay.
Then she moves forward, in favour of greeting Warrick by offering him her nose. ”Good afternoon, Warrick” she greets him, smile upon her features. She offers the same smile to Bragi as she turns to look at him, though she knows he cannot see it. ”Warrick, this is Bragi. He washed up on Tephra’s beach..” in a pretty bad shape, but that wasn’t her story to tell. Her eyes move from her new friend to her old one, and she cannot help it but to be a bit anxious. Curious to see how it would go too. ”Bragi, let me introduce you to Warrick, Tephra’s Overseer.” Or king, or however he wanted to call himself.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
