It was a small group that awoke from the dark. Ampere's voice had been a flare of hope, shot into the murky wilderness of the night. It summoned, called, begged for those still surviving, still fighting to gather into the force they needed. Alone they would accomplish so very little, but together? Together they would overcome this plight.

Don't they understand that? she wondered piteously, the blue of her gaze sweeping over the few bodies that lifted from the soil. It's as if they were slumbering golems, each shaking off bits of moss that had taken root during their inactivity. Ampere was horrified to find the green fur had begun to grow on her as well.
They had fallen into despair within these caves. They had grown complacent, accepting this fate as the only inevitability, or were waiting for the gods to grant them another one.

The gods were just as equally waiting for them.

Ampere snorted, the outrage budding in her chest like a second heart beat keeping tempo in every corner of her body. She could feel it kicking madly as Mauja spoke, his voice a spark to the gasoline leaking from the ceiling.
Lub dub - lub dub - lub dub her pulse responded, a roar in her ears that came thrashing off her tongue, wild in its heat and its haste. She would make them understand if they lacked the ability within themselves.
"There's been more than enough silence to think already! Now is the time to act!" her feathers bristled with fervor of her voice, a passion so encompassing she did not even recognize the foul snowman of the north as a villain of her past. He was merely a soldier holding a sword that was achingly void of wraith blood.

Ampere settled as he spoke again, proving himself capable of being more than speckled noise. Her gaze sharpened on him, her focus intense as she listened, her ears so hungry for his words they nearly tore themselves off her poll. "That's not a bad idea," she murmured after him, ignorant to his poor intention. Her attention was so wholly placed upon how to eradicate the wraiths that she was blind to nearly everything else. Even Gaucho's scent would not be sufficient to break her resolve this time.

"If we got enough attacking them, or if we could trap them, trick them... they must have a weakness." She was thinking mostly out loud, the idea rough as it unraveled in her mind's eye. She had fought the wraiths once too and found the results similar to Mauja, but it had just been her and Brighid. If there were more of them, an army of them fighting a wraith, well then even the mighty fall.

Her thoughts were distracted by a new voice however, one that drew her gaze down and down further to eye the child. She did not rebuke his presence, as some might - she would have done the same in his place, no matter her age. She was still very much a child by most means anyway. She did however, crack a small laugh, though one more bitter than humorous. "A war has been raging, else we would not all be hiding down here like moles." Before her anger got the better of her again though, a gentler voice emerged from the din. One that brought more hope than Ampere had yet experienced since first galloping into the sanctuary.

"Healed?" she repeated, excitement evident in her question. "Are they the...same? After?" Ampere asked, more slowly now. She hadn't known anyone who'd been turned, but she knew of others who grieved for their friends and families lurking above ground. She'd thought them gone once they turned, but this gave a renewed joy. Could the wraiths not only be defeated, but also all saved?. She was breathless, afraid a noise too strong might shatter this moment that was surely a dream.

"We can heal them all then! If we work as a group, as bait" her gaze touched on Mauja, "then they will come, and we can make them better. We can stop this."

[sorry if I did not take note of each character individually, was trying to avoid this post being huge :x ]

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