She smirked. She couldn't help it, but it was what the situation called for given how prudish Elsa was acting, and how she had lost. No hard feelings ice queen Ampere had thought as she turned her gaze away, letting it settle on Bucephalus' much more intriguing physique. "It does," she agreed as she lifted her wings with him, taking to the skies with mild effort - the cold and the trees made take off harder than usual.

Once airborn Ampere fell into an easy glide beside him, shouting over the wind, "call me Ampere!" She didn't add the second part of her name; she rarely liked giving any part of her name. The calling cards had never been important to her, but she understood the basic necessities and manners of them. Still, he'd probably learn the other part with time, she had earned enough of a reputation, good or bad, to cause it.

"Won't be long!" she called over to him again, drifting recklessly over him to settle in on his right side. She grinned into the wind, always fond of flight and the feeling it delivered. Bceause it was harder to flirt while flying, and since the trip wasn't as short as it would have been from the Threshold to the Falls, she filled the time with information about the herds and the lands. She supposed it was good practice at teaching, which she needed if she was going to play any part of the Academy Sohalia had talked about. She debriefed him on the gods (what little she knew, she hadn't met two of them), and the ranks and who filled them among the Throat. It was mostly droll stuff, but important, something even she recognized.

Still, she was grateful when the desert opened up beneath them. Home she breathed with some kind of awe - she was still adjusting to the idea herself after a difficult, internal struggle. She flashed her blue eyes at him then pulled down sharply on her right wing, falling into a clockwise spiral that brought her closer and closer to the ground with each revolution. Before long her wings reached back and beat the air into submission, her forelegs reaching for the sand. She loped forward as she met it, going only a few strides before pulling to a stop and glancing around for Bucephalus. The patrols probably saw them come in and would arrive to investigate, but they were alone for the moment.

Her face was wilder than usual, eyes alive from the flight and mane a windtossed sea of black coasting around her features. "Welcome to the Throat," she exclaimed, her voice energetic, her body electric as she moved closer to him.

@[Bucephalus]