She knew he would come. She knew, and yet it did not make his arrival any easier to bear. Whatever mental fortification plans she'd been building fell away once Cera's message was delivered, but they crumbled even further under the heavy stare of the WildFire. She could feel him looking at her, heavy, and warm, like a ball of lead rolling from the barrel of a gun - and just as dangerous.

Ampere had always been stupidly attracted to danger.

For a moment she turned her head to meet his gaze, and hold it. She didn't know why, maybe to prove she could, to dare him to continue, or maybe just because she was weak and couldn't resist any longer - it had been so long since she last saw him, maybe it was different now.
The movement was small, but it disturbed the wind-knotted mess of a mane that lay on either side of her neck. Through its dark and wiry haze her vibrant eyes shot out, latching onto his, drowning in the blue flint he wore.

Sohalia arrived.

The Transcended's body positioned itself like a white shield over her dark guilt. Her angel, covering up her devil. The pale feathers claimed him, and though Ampere wanted to clutch onto him longer, but he was gone, and she turned away.
Best that she did, it made it easier to hide the wetness that had begun to gather in her lashes. It was not for their union that she burned cold, nor for her lack thereof with him - it was that he had not changed, as she had hoped. He was the same as he was in the caves the day she hated him. The snake hung on his antlers like a red A B burned into his forehead.

Thankfully Cera took time to repeat himself, so Ampere was able to compose herself and actually listen as he went into more detail. The knowledge of it all set her a bit on edge, but she wasn't sure what to make of it, and Gaucho still pulled int he back of her thoughts, distracting her, especially when he was so close. Still, she could not ignore this matter. Cera was right, the gods would not be involved if it was a simple affair. "We should send a crew to investigate," Ampere suggested, not really knowing what to do but needing to do something. "Of warriors," she added in, aware that safety was key, but so was intel.