She had come to the Threshold again. It had been a pleasant surprise last time, and not just in her newfound companionship with Bucephalus. As she had suspected, he did not follow her here. Although this forest with all its constrained and dark spaces was the opposite of what Ampere preferred, and was never what helped her clear her head int he past, she found it a sanctuary now. Life has a way of forcing us into new molds, just in case we started figuring out how to survive too well.

Her wings slipped through the cold wind with relative ease. Though it was uncomfortable with its frigidity, the sky was its own kind of home, one she was reluctant to leave. The knowledge that cold, wet snow awaited her upon landing did not help. He could still find her up here though, so without much need to encourage herself, she landed among the trees.

Snow dappled her white, and she shivered beneath it before shaking it off. Her winter coat afforded some bit of protection, but her desert homeland did not well equip her for the winter wonderland that pervaded the rest of the region. All the more reason to go into, she thought, her warrior side determined to face the hardship head on, again and again.

Voices soon caught Ampere's attention as she stepped aimlessly around tree trunks and snow drifts. Curious and needing something of a job to do, Ampere turned towards them peering through the shrubbery first to asses the situation.
A grin lit up her face.

"Oh she's not lost, but she may just be losing," Ampere said cooly as she strode into view, coming up beside the pair of pegasus with a casual confidence. Ampere had no qualms with the pale Elsa, but she could not resist the temptation of their reunion. Unfortunately for Ampere her eyelashes wouldn't work out so well for her this time, but it didn't keep the competitive edge out of her gaze, one which she used like a weapon as she wildly directed it between the two mares. It finally landed upon Hearth, where it seemed to settle. "You've come upon Helovia, stranger, a place just full of horses, lost, losing, or otherwise." Not one for the normal shpeals about the herds and the gods, or manners for that matter, Ampere quickly veered off topic.

"You're hot as fuck," she announced to Hearth after staring at the mare for a moment. Her markings were rather unusual, which was saying a lot for this place. Ampere found she liked them, she only hoped she could say the same of their owner. "Do you fight?" She looked like she fought, or at least she ought to. With badass war paint like that, she could easily intimidate most anyone into running away.

Ampere grinned. It was lopsided like her asymmetrical marking, and rough, like her nature, yet still appealing. It suited her.

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