For a moment Africa stood dazed, confused, evidence of that unavoidably furrowed into her gentle grey expression. We have? She glanced away, casting bewildered eyes absently towards the horizon ahead (probing the mind of her bonded vainly), embarrassed; and she thought hard about the young burnt-orange face before her, the golden crescent reaching across it, the flaxen braids framing it... Quietly, as Tandavi spoke again to (re-)introduce herself, the one-winged mare let her kind pastel gaze saunter back. She sought the unusual black gaze of the girl and sank quickly, desperately, into their murky depths.

Ambling through the memories of those around her had become quite effortless. Though outwardly she would've appeared still to be standing with the two mares, unchanged, perhaps just appearing to be a little distant, her conscious was strolling again through the corridors of The Sanctuary, quickening, following the path of another. The blue rump looked black in the gloom below the earth, and darker still as they fell upon the doorway to the Glowing Room, light bright enough to be cast down by the sun itself spilling between grim stone walls. Ampere vanished ahead, inside, swallowed by the glow of the God within. She did not follow though, lingering by the way, watching, waiting...

Africa could not taste the warmth of that moment, nor could she feel the thoughts streaming through the mind of the girl, the memory she’d invaded. She was simply a spectator, viewing curiously- remembering, remembering!

There was the sound of hooves clattering behind, and she, Africa scrambled by into the fire-lit cavern- but she paid the girl standing by no heed as she passed, barely a glance, certainly no thought. The memory wavered suddenly disturbed when the voice of the owner interrupted. She watched a little longer though, as the God began to speak finding easily her own recollection of the moments to follow; when she and Ampere would have crowns set across their brows.

The Starry-Eyed gulped hard; pensive gaze falling heavily, guiltily from the young eyes of Tandavi. Motionless frame jolted too as reality settled around her, and she blinked for a second disorientated, but soon was smiling. Andromeda’s words followed quickly, and long charcoal ears swivelled to swallow the information which her hazy mind then digested slowly. Sandy eyes roamed first the face of the older healer, gracious and affectionate, and then they found again the golden girl. “Why, Tandavi that’s easy. You are our sister, our friend. Before she left us so suddenly, Ampere made you our healer as well. You are His Sun Physician.” Fondly she studied the wingless horse, glancing briefly too towards the thrice-tailed Natraj close by. “If you would like to be, of course...”


[I will happily edit out the use of her magic if you do not want it there <3]