La petite papillon - any

[Amorette]

The snow was something new for Amorette do discover. It was her first winter and the white flocks intrigued. Just like rain it came from the sky, but unlike the rain the snowflakes came down almost gracefully. It was still wet and the young girl had soon figured out that it wasn’t the wisest thing to lay down upon it. The snow coated the lands with a beautiful sparkling white blanket and it continued as far as her eyes could see.

But the snow wasn’t only beautiful, it also was also a lot of fun to play with. The further the day that they had arrived at the Gates from the Morning Mountains got away, the further the smoky black filly dared to move away from her mother’s side. Of course Besra would be near most of time, the two sisterly close girls played together a lot, but even though her shy nature little Amorette started to venture out alone a lot more too. All simply because of the curiousity.

Her shrill whinny sounded, traveling across the Gates’ white lands, but without echoing back. She stood upon a small hill, ears perked forward enthusiastically as her eyes were desperately looking if she could see someone – something – coming in her direction. Her coat had become thicker to help her withstand the winter’s cold, but she couldn’t help but to bounce a little. Both to keep the cold out of her limbs but also in excitement of course.

amorette

Minette's petit papillon

image © jennifer heinen