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02-21-2014, 01:05 PM
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A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun Is he flirting with me? Ampere wondered, the thought tangled among the other dozens of scattered ones drifting through her mind in this moment, in this place. His wink had caught her eye and it brought new meaning to his words that she'd been too originally flustered to take in fully. Guilty hm? she wondered with a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips. Their topic had diverged back towards the runes however, which Ampere was equally as curious about. He certainly seemed knowledgeable on them, correcting her original thoughts almost immediately. Her gaze flicked from the wall back towards him, studying his face - so serious as he read - and his honesty. Having just met him Ampere was shy to trust his words, particularly because she felt that the runes were magical; maybe she just wanted them to be. Magic was a nice catch all for explaining things, but even such a force had laws to govern it, as all forces did, she just didn't understand what all of them were. She hoped that meant the wraiths had rules to govern them too. Quilyan continues speaking, a crumb of his history revealed - just a taste. Ampere wants to ask more of his travels, wondering if they'd been to similar places, but she has the mind to stay quiet as he continues, looking harder at a particular section of the wall where they stand. It still captivates her the most, her eyes inevitably drawn back to it by the pulse-like glow of the writing, the driving need to understand if it plays any importance in getting her out of these caves and setting the top world straight again. The stallion beside her gestures towards a certain story, or so it would seem. As he speaks she begins to see the meaning in the lines, a picture starting to form as he suggests the purpose of the strokes, their orientation and size. Ampere nods, a thoughtful tune humming from her throat as she studies alongside him. Quilyan starts to trail off however, his head shaking, the shadows the motion casts drawing her attention towards him. Reluctantly Ampere's gaze shifts from the wall back towards him, their gaze snagging on each other in the same moment. He has a quiet type of intensity to him that reminds her of Mesec. Ampere's muzzle extends, aiming to lightly brush Quilyan on the neck or shoulder. "We've got time," she says softly, encouraging him. She wants to know, but she cannot do it alone. Ampere moves past him, her tail flicking, perhaps brushing across his legs, though her attention is back on the wall, her gaze probing for something similar - the gods images perhaps. As she moves she mumbles, mostly to herself, though it is audible. "More time than we may want with the way the world is turning," her tone has risen, the heat of her hatred of these caves blossoming on her tongue. She pauses them, quiet for a moment as her eyes search. "If this is the history, as you say..." she continues, blue eyes skipping back towards him. "Then perhaps there will be something about what's happening now? Maybe it's happened before, or maybe there's a warning!" Her excitement and hope bubble up once more, a smile drifting onto her features as she watches him, expectant. |
Coding by Tamme
Tag me only if starting a new thread.
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
