She had left Byrne, temporary, under the care of another. Her mind had stubbornly told her that there was only one caretaker needed to watch over the playing foals, and that she would have to learn how to spend time away from her son’s side too. He needed to learn that too. But it had simply been too soon.
Amorette had felt uneasy all the time she’d been away from Tephra, upset with herself for making this decision. Why couldn’t she have taken him along on her trip to the field? They could’ve just take an easy pace, no need to rush, and he could’ve explored outside Tephra. But no, Amore had to be so stupid to listen to her own insecurities and let them rule her.
But it hadn’t only brought bad things.
Her trip to the field had been futile, but something within her had brought her to the Den. Perhaps it were her raging mother hormones, and the lack of her son at her side. Perhaps she had just felt that she was meant to go there. The result was the bay with pink roaning filly at her side.
It is not possible for Amorette to turn her back on anyone in need, let alone a homeless, motherless baby girl that deserves a loving home. The ebony woman pauses, in favour of bending her neck and leaning in to brush her muzzle across the filly’s crest. ”We’re almost there, Arden. You’re doing amazing,” she mumbles encouraging to the young girl. Amore understood that the hike could be tiring, and thus she did not hurry her, even though her heart longs to tuck Byrne at her side, just as Arden was now.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
@[Nicole]