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11-02-2015, 11:37 PM
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the Mother of Companions They came. They all came, and then some. Her heart is buoyed with a happiness she hadn't known she was missing until she felt it again. It reached at her face, softening the hard features that time had slowly carved there, at least for now. No horse drew upon her with distrust or disrespect. None held tongues tinged with the accusations Einarr flung around; indeed they didn't even act as if they'd been present, though most had. Was it, was it really nothing after all? Was she taking such a wound when she bore little more than a bruise due to fade? Cera was the first to speak, and gladly she turned her gaze to the Golden Prince. She noted that he seemed more at peace than last she had seen him, an unease she had recognized then but had sadly not had the time to pursue. The memory of it struck a cord of disappointment in herself. She did not bemoan the fact she hadn't been the cure to whatever ailed the Forger, but rather than she had not been there for a friend when he'd clearly had need. She had no excuse this time (had she ever?), so though he seemed improved, she still supposed she ought to speak with him in private when she had a chance. Not one to waste sunlight among storm clouds though, Ampere dispelled such dour thoughts with a warm smile and a nod towards Cera's perk and accomplishments. "Well done Cera," she appraised. "I've sent a few of the new members to seek your name for keys, and it seems we get more who need them by the day. The soonest we can make more for them and provide them their rightful freedom, the better." That and she was tired of running a taxi service for everyone she saw while she was on patrol. They had been such a pegasus prevalent herd before that it had never seemed this much of an issue, but now Ampere was starting to get those old concerns about this isolation. Too late now... She had faith Cera would make what they needed. Next Maren's voice lilted to her, drawing Ampere's gaze to the strong, complex one of the Diviner. There were few horses Ampere could truthfully say intimidated her, but out of anyone, it was easily the religious mare before her. Maybe part of it was the unsettling way her wings sprouted from her skull and fluttered like a second set of ears by her eyes. Maybe, but Ampere was more certain it was the mare's disposition - was it a product of her craft or had she always been so thoroughly stoic? Either way, it came as no surprise to Ampere that the Diviner had few to oversee; indirectly though she oversaw as much of the herd as the sultans did. "Yes the Fire Dancer held your rank before her crowning and departure. I'm sure she'd have some lore and history to impart on you." Ampere nodded, thinking fondly of the fiery mare, who was much the same as Maren in regards to their relationship. It wasn't fear that Ampere held them in, just healthy respect and mild discontent, but trust all the same in their wisdom. Then Sikeax spoke, and Ampere's gaze drifted to her, lips thinning as the healer gave her news she had hoped not to hear. Still no real knowledge... she did not discount the efforts of their menders, but it was still difficult to struggle against an opponent she couldn't face down on the battlefield. "Out of the ordinary? Aside from fighting gods-" her gaze flicked to Maren before she grunted and went on, "The new lands maybe played a role, or their people? I never touched one directly, mostly contact with the gods or all the magic flying around overhead..." she shook her head. There was so much happening at the battles when she'd been cured it was hard to say what exactly had done it. "You're always welcome to take a warrior escort - we could use more information on the new lands too, especially if it helps us cure all of this. Maybe the other herd's healers have made headway too, have we spoken with them?" It would be a tricky situation, to ask for their help without seeming weak as well, but she had seen horses of all types with the afflictions; all of Helovia suffered from it, and perhaps only together could they cure it, much like the gods were only conquered by all of them together. As Ampere fell silent Maren picked up the mantel again, resuming Ampere's prior questions now that she'd had time to think. Attentively Ampere listened, nodding at her affirmation that she would not bother the Sun now, but perhaps later with questions. Maren's take on the death of the gods was refreshing to hear. Though Ampere had no direct qualms with the taking of life, she had wondered how justified all of this was. The gods had been a clear threat at the time, but what would have happened if the gods had just fought among themselves? After all their gods had started all of this, wasn't the retribution from the rift deities fair? As if guessing her thoughts Maren continued, touching on just that, but it wasn't exactly enough to satisfy the blue mare. She opened her mouth to ask more questions, about why the gods even started all this to begin with (new land, but was the realm really suffering to begin with?), but on cue the tiger mare thwarted that too. "...if you want to know all of my possible theories you may have more of my time..." Ampere glanced at the gathering, reminded that this was not a time to get into theoretical debate. As it was the sun continued to rise and she'd have other duties to attend to soon. At Maren's closing statement regarding the rift horses, Ampere nodded. "Your insight is valued, as always, Maren." Ampere was dimly aware that Gaucho had joined and lingered nearby. His heatless blaze cast shadows which danced around them. That and despite the magic, her body reacted to his presence, growing heightened and sensitive, growing warm. Her mouth ran dry and she licked her lips, body weight shifting in some effort to regain her self. Sikeax drew her gaze again as the girl and her companion had an interaction - her critical gaze might have burrowed more into that relationship if not for some new arrivals and their announcements. Cordially Ampere's focus shifted to them, grinning at the warriors that crawled from the woodwork. "Then we should spar after this," she remarked to Nephele, head dipping in recognition of the mare's desire to protect. After her came Zenobia, a girl (Sohalia's daughter more appropriately) that she recognized but couldn't say she knew. Last she'd know the wild mare had been on her own, had she returned? Ampere had no notion of Zenobia's deep seated dislike from an encounter years passed, so she gladly proffered a smile and accepted the new warrior, walking in her father's footsteps. "Of course, I'm always whatching." Her grin was rugged, slipping easily on her asymmetrical face with a similarly lopsided charm. The presence of Ghost had not gone unnoticed, but it wasn't until she spoke that Ampere gave her attention. She had hoped the mare would rise to the challenge of the call, because what little she knew of the blood-marked spy she knew she liked, more than could be said for Essetia who had ghosted in and out of her with little more than a hello. "We are... know someone who's interested?" Her sly gaze slid to Gaucho, wondering if his thoughts aligned with hers. The late arrival of another drew Ampere's gaze once more. There it fell upon a dark colored stallion, his body more than capable for war and other things she prized. His mouth however left something a bit wanting. Carefully the blue of her eyes hardened upon him, scrutinizing, as her lips parted to say, "Me." She was a great deal shorter than him, and as she walked closer it became more apparent, her head forced up to maintain her stare. [amg so giant! I hopefully got the order of everyone talking/arriving correctly??? Kick me if not. Ampere praises cera, says more on tandavi to maren, responds to sikeax, listens to more of maren, tells Nephele they should spar, agrees to watch Zenobia, encourages Ghost's interest in sleuth, and responds to Abaddon. Feel free to depart whenever you want! I'll only post again if it seems I need to ;D thanks guys you're all awesome!] |
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