She could only have agreed with Warrick’s words, even if – at that time – they weren’t exactly on the right terms. It indeed was a bold offer, coming from a young girl like Valensia, and yet, it had made Amore admire her offer and enthusiasm. Enough to make her want to give the girl a chance at diplomacy. She doesn’t go along to babysit, but instead they give a young soul a chance to try and learn.
Bound to the ground Amorette is forced to keep an eye on Valensia in the sky from afar. Watching the girl use her wings, she can only hope that Kryptic would once be able to use his in a similar way. At the same time she dislikes it, it would make it too easy for him to fly away from underneath her figurative wing. And the tricks Valensia displays are a little bit too daring and bolt in the ebony mare’s opinion, what if something went wrong? She sure as hell would be hurt if she would fall that far from the sky. The thought makes her shudder, and instead focus her attention on the sandbank that offers her a way to Ischia during low tide.
”Valensia!” she gently calls the girl upon arriving on Ischia’s beach. Normally she would have liked to respect a land’s border, but with borders formed by the sea made that rather tricky. In fact, Amorette is more than happy to have ground underneath her hooves again. Unlike Valensia she was not meant for the sky, let alone the sea. ”Enthusiastic much?” she asks the girl with a smile once they are near enough to converse without having to raise her voice.
Honestly, Amorette does not hold it against her. She very much remembers how she had once greeted a couple of strangers at the Gates’ borders, she had been one bouncing mass of energy. ”I think we won’t have to wait long, the surely must have noticed you dancing the skies.” Her words are not meant to reprimand, voice soft and sweet, as she gently nudges Valensia’s shoulder.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
