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Ampere the Mother of Companions
She was on patrol when it first happened. An abrupt, brilliant light that pierced through the heavens, originating from the Throat. Having been a calm and peaceful night thus far, the solar display startled her so badly that Ampere nearly fell from the sky. When she finally regained her altitude she shot off with a burst of alarmed electricity, tearing across the sky on dark wings to whatever threat had infiltrated the land. She was sure everyone else had seen it by now too, and though her heart raced wildly, she wondered what sort of stealth attack this was. Drawing upon the source, Ampere was not surprised to see Gaucho had already arrived. Even when he wasn't on patrol, he never stopped. What did surprise her was the presence of three deities. Sweeping her wings back, tail feathers spanning out, Ampere slowed and finally descended to the sands by Gaucho as he spoke with the gods. Whatever her feelings for the sultan, this was something of much greater weight and importance, transcending their mortal stretch. Quietly she lingered in the background, a stoic presence of support while she listened in awe and wonder at what was transpiring between the holy siblings and the Wildfire. She mumbled under her breath in agreement in some areas, particularly in response to his battle fortitude and championship. It brought the ghost of a smile to her face, to hear and witness her sultan being honored, as she always had, as they all had. The Throat had prospered beneath his wings, flourishing in ways she had been unable to manage during her stint. She was thankful to him for all that he had provided, including her son. As the honors quieted down and Gaucho was provided an opportunity at a gift, Ampere's ears perked. Like the gods, she was curious as to what Gaucho would choose, and what it might say of him. He did not hold them in suspense long, almost as if he had already posed such a question to himself before and found the answer, or perhaps there was never any difficulty to him int he choice. He selected his progeny over himself, something which surprised Ampere. In a world where selfishness appeared so often, she was unaccustomed to these rare moments of selflessness. She lifted her head from its slight curl to her chest, blue eyes washing over Gaucho with newfound intrigue. "Gaucho, the Ascended" she breathed. |
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