With Ampere, there was always storms. If she didn't manage to just find them, she somehow created them, bringing a torrential downpour of fucked up on anyone and anything near by. There's a saying that the path to hell is paved with good intentions - it makes one wonder what the path to heaven is paved with - and Ampere seems to be good at laying bricks of justice on her fiery walk.

But we're not talking about that just yet, are we?

Because for now, while the sunlight still petered out of whatever emotional clouds Ampere had gathered around her, she was going to enjoy them. He was hot on her heels, eagerly grabbing her hand amid the dark, ready to make contact when it carried no promises or depths, just laughter and light. For a boy of the night, he sure liked the sun.

As she was turning her had around, the spark in her blue eyes cutting across the ebony of her shoulder, she was surprised to see him already there. He came with a sound that the wind seemed to uplift rather than strangle out, and then he was shooting past her, cutting it so close that her heart leapt into her chest as she angled away from him, afraid of collision - but all for naught. She should have known, child of the wind he was born for the skies just like she was. As she righted herself she laughed and pumped her wings, her speed letting her gain on him, but not as quickly as she liked. Eagerly her neck stretched out, teeth aimed for another playful touch of teeth to his raven-hued hide. It was these moments, these passing, brief and wonderful touches that she lived for with him. It gave her promise that he would always bring sunlight on her rainy days.

She smiled, swerving away with him after her attempted tag, trying to gain altitude and lose him in the gathering storm. She let herself whistle and holler and laugh so hard it hurt as she played with him for what could have been hours. Only when they both were feeling the tightness of tired muscles and heavy wings, did she toss him a calmer look, and descend back to the sands below.

The ocean roared like a dull reminder in the back of her head as she settled back on the beach, wings flicking back at her sides. Her neck arched as she turned to look for him, reaching her muzzle out to deliver a gentle blow of warmth and reassurance. It was easier to be casual with him after they'd bridged that initial gap again, but even so she couldn't sink into him like she wanted. She was afraid that he would collapse with her (was he strong enough, for her, for himself even?), or that he would back away intentionally, unwanting of her weight. She had never been this involved in thought with a stallion before. Normally it was an easy thing to surmise, the desire, but with Mesec she wanted more than just those physical touches. She needed all of the boy, heart and soul, because she getting awfully worn down by the hollow exchanges of mere body. In her youth, it had sustained her, but after the wreckage Gaucho left in her heart, she felt more timid, more cautious.

Pushing away those thoughts Ampere moved to walk down the shoreline, trying to chase off some of the anxiety with her hooves. She was quiet for a while because of it, thinking of him, thinking of what she wanted to say, of what she felt, and of what needed to be said. There was more than just them to dwell on though, unfortunately.

She folded and unfolded her wings, looking around, at anything but him. The sky caught her attention, and there she held her gaze, slowing back to a standstill before the beach. She watched the stars outline the oncoming storm, and wondered if they weren't duller than she remembered. "Mesec," she began, gentle and wary. With so much uncertainty already between them, would this forge a rift she couldn't cross with him? Could she possibly lose him over, what, some idyllic sense of justice and balance? "Yes," and because she was Ampere, she continued, risks or not. "Have you talked to, your mother? Since the... since her...exile."

The storm opened up. Rain shot down like bullets into the sea, and the waves lifted up to embrace the heavely chaos with hungry teeth made of foam. Ampere blinked, finally turning to look at him; she was trying on bravery for a change. "She's been gone a long time, and it doesn't seem, right."