Her first thought had been that the girl must have gotten lost. No mother would willingly and purposely abandon her child. At least, that wasn’t something Amorette would ever think of. Not only does she feel responsible, her heart also already aches when only thinking of losing her son. No, sons. Because she thought of Kryptic as a son too. And now her boys would have as sister to look after and watch over as she grew.
The girl’s sight is met with a soft chuckle, and an amused shake of the head. Little Arden would prove herself to be had full in the near future, of that Amore is almost sure. ”Not so mopey, sweet girl, hang on a little longer.”
Only a child could go from exhausted to energetic and vice-versa. Arden had done so twice already, apparently feeling a rush of energy from coming home. Amorette can only imagine. Many new sounds and smells, let alone the magnificent view of Tephra. A deep breath and the ebony woman knows she is home, the faint smell of fire and ashes.
The rushing water calls her attention. Her head dips towards the surface, gladly taking the refreshment it offers. Though she can see Arden out of the corner of her eye, Amore makes sure to twist an ear in the filly’s direction too, the other moving around alert. ”Hm?” she hums softly, lifting her head from the little stream in favour of looking in the direction Arden is. That what, no who, she sees makes her smile. ”That, my little Arden, is Byrne. Your brother.” Perhaps not by blood, but not only blood made a family.
Amorette nickers softly, her dark eyes focussed on Byrne’s buckskin and flaming form. He’s just like his father. Good thing fire didn’t scare her. ”Byrne” she calls him, moving forward and away from the stream in favour of picking up her son. Time for introductions.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
@[J'adore] @[Nicole]