Her lips curl into a smile when Saedìs accepts her greeting. The white mare’s hot breath hits her sensitive flesh, and Amorette returns the favour. The exchange tells her more about Saedìs. Her scent tells of places Amore has yet to visit, and yet it is Tephran too. Aside from that she sees the gentle sweetness that is Saedìs. No pretence, no dishonesty, just Saedìs and the white mare is brave enough to show herself like that to Amore, who should be a stranger. Should be, but Amorette does not experience it as such either.
She smiles, and dips her head politely. ”You flatter me” she replies, smiling thankfully, voice light. ”And you? Are you as unbound and wild as the sea?” Free and unbound, yes, Saedìs came across as such, but wild and unruly? No, not per say.
It pleases her to hear that the pale mare is just as at home as Amorette herself. How could she not? Amorette loves Tephra, just as much as she loves that others do too. ”She has been good to me. I’ve felt at home here ever since I first set a hoof on her grounds.” The volcano, the equine, nobody had needed to convince her to stay. But it had been her father who opened this door to her.
”I was here when Beqanna changed..” The memory is not a pleasant one, though Amorette has never complained about it. Simply because she does understand. Beqanna has not always been a peaceful place. ”When I came to again, I heard rumours of my father being alive and well, and leading one of the new lands. That land was Tephra. He welcomed me home and ever since Tephra has been my home. Even after my father retired.”
If she only knew where Magnus was at now. She missed him, but at least she knew he had been safe and sound. That she could not say about her mother, and baby sister Posy. Amorette still hopes. But enough of those dark things, speaking of Tephra put a smile on her face, not a frown. ”As for her secrets, what is the fun of me spoiling them? Wouldn’t you much rather discover them yourself?” That is a genuine question. Amore enjoyed her exploration of Tephra, together or alone. And she would gladly accompany Saedìs on her own explorations.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
OOC: You have such a poetic way of writing Saedìs, is such a pleasure to read! Almost feel like I’m spoiling it with my scruffy reply <3.