Ampere never did anything in half measures, so when she decided to be a mom, well she fucking momed it up. Never mind how old her kid was, or how capable he was (he's capable of EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING JUST LIKE A NORMAL FOAL ALRIGHT!?), if she thought it was what they should do, they were doing it. If he struggled at all, she never considered if it was a typical struggle for any foal, instead she saw it as the horrific weakness he had been born with, the one she was determined to have him overcome. These efforts were only aided in ignorance with Ampere's career, a role which ensured her physical fitness.

To begin with, she'd teach him how to fly. He didn't need both wings for that, not here anyway. This island will finally be good for something Ampere thought with grit and determination. Maybe his experience of flying on the clouds would cause his other wing to grow? Worth a shot. In the mean time she couldn't fly, which wasn't making this whole motherhood thing any more appealing. She wasn't one to back out though, certainly not from this, not now.

"Stand on the cloud," she instructed to the bay colt, although she didn't really know how to use it because she never had. She didn't mean to either. As soon as it started to work she took of running and jumped onto her wings, flapping and flying up alongside him. "See how great flight is!?". She called out to him, as if he had chosen to ground himself (and her), and that all he needed was some reassurance that the sky was better, that he was wrong, that it wasn't scary. Maybe some part of her knew she was being foolish, but desperation has a way of making on stupid.

Finally, they reached the plateau of the top of the island. Before her very eyes the beautiful paradise granted by the gods unfolded in all their mysterious glory... and so did a corpse. Ampere had already landed, but saw it on her way down and halted abruptly, hooves teetering on the edge of the terrain as fear clawed its hellish way up her throat, snagging all the air out of her lungs. No! her mind shouted, the echo reaching her widened eyes. This is not when he should learn about death. Not how either!. It was horrible, awful, and... familiar. Blue eyes squinted, recognizing the face that lay cold and lifeless against the grass. Forgetting her son she swept towards the body on quick steps.

Circe.

The name of the mare, the mother, escaped her (as did so many others), but the face haunted her memories and now she was sure, her nightmares. This was the first body she recognized, and it only made the truth of her murder that much worse. Ampere had sworn to bring justice, and what had she done instead? Nothing her mind answered for her. Nothing but talk, and look, but to what end? Each time racing back with clues to companions growing increasingly distant, and all the while none having any notion of the killer, despite the rising tickle of worry that it was the very father of her child, the holder of her heart, the king of her desert. It cannot be HIM her loyalty admonished. Ampere shrunk away from the downed friend (had they been as much?), eyes finally parting from the snake bite on her neck in the last instant.

They turned instead towards the grieving family. Ears twitched, recognizing the hungry cries of a new babe. Sounds which were quieted beneath the helpful offer of another mare already come, her kindness already extended. Ampere lingered awkwardly behind the group, watching with little control the grief that ran through them all like an electrical current. The two colts (stallions?)... they had been babes when she'd first met Circe. Grown, changed, but she was sure that they were the ones in the grass. Although Kiara had already put a voice to her milk, Ampere felt the need to offer her friend something in penance for her failure to stop this killer. It wasn't justice, but it was milk, and that should be enough for now.

"I have milk too..." she murmured to them, stepping closer, though slow as to not crowd them. "I can't... can't" she fumbled to say it, because she was struggling to even give this much, but she swallowed it down and pressed on. "Care for her, but she can drink now. There are many new foals in the Dragon's Throat, so there are mares to watch over her and nurse her. There is warmth." Ampere exhaled, glancing at the child and her brothers, then finally at Archibald. She remember him too, in the War effort during the darkness. He just lost his lover, didn't he? Ampere couldn't even begin to imagine...