you're the beacon / amorette

[wound]

W hile Amorette enjoys the irony of her ability to heal with something which destroys, Wound finds it ironic that she happens to be reflecting upon her past pregnancy when a pregnant mare waddles up alongside her. It has been a year since Wishbone’s birth and the silvery mother cannot believe it has already been that long. Hadn’t she just been in this same place, sighing as the salty waves soothed her aching heels? A sincere, warm smile drips over her lips at the other mare’s greeting. She’s seen her before among Tephra’s common areas (their meetings, in passing, even in the clearings of Beqanna’s commons) but they had never officially met before. “Ahh, honey, I remember the ocean feeling damn good on my swollen legs too.” Wound’s voice is fond in remembrance. A tendril of envy crawls through her stomach. Wishbone has been drawing further from her side then she did as a child — which is saying something — and the absence of her daughter has left the diplomat curiously lonely. “I’m Wound. I don’t believe we’ve properly met.”

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Amorette]