Ampere watched with unbridled curiosity as Shida prompted Morrigan to inhale. She'd only caught the tail end of Shida's explanation, but everything she knew about smoke said you weren't supposed to breathe it. Though, admittedly, this didn't have the same dark and acrid qualities of most smoke she knew - until now she hadn't really known there could be other types. She might have pondered into this further, but honestly she didn't care enough, and whether she knew it or not she'd already inhaled some of the smoke (especially with Shida puffing attempted flowers). Already effects were settling inside of her, slow, but continuous.

Kygo perched suddenly on her head, his little feet grabbing onto her mane between he ears as he leaned forward on the tips of his toes to inspect the glass, smoky, barrel that Shida proffered. His neck stretches way out, and his feathers begin to puff up as he tries to compete with the bong's size, though he's unsuccessful. He takes in some whiffs, as does Ampere who inhales it as her upper lip stretches out in inspection.

She's cut short however, and her head turns suddenly at her name, throwing Kygo off balance; he tumbles down into the sand with a short, complaining squawk. Smaller than everything, his eyes dart around quickly, and he runs for shelter beneath the legs of the nearest object, the hound. Bigger, but no so big as to crush him like all the horses - so he assumed.

Meanwhile Ampere's attention has settled on the diviner, whom she greets with a slow nod. She's surprised Maren would be seeking her out, so with interest piqued she puts her full attention on the tiger-mare, but bristles instantly as the conversation shifts from subtle business to teeth in her heart. Ampere's mouth parts, ready to return fire as her body still recoils from its burns, but Shida interrupts with a loud shout that startles the Mother of Companions. She turns, her head already getting foggy, towards the buttermilk girl as she slips in, bong in tow. Another waft drafts towards Ampere, splashing across her nares.

Her feathers resettled on her sides, and she grappled for what it was that had set her off, the feeling already lost. She remembered the words though, and slogged through her conscious to find them again and mount a response. "Me too," is all she manages with the equivalent of a shrug of her wings and a lofty sigh from her nose which scatters the smoke. "The Moon knew better though," she muttered, trying not to think about that awful day again, which of course only made her think about it even more.

The violet bitch, the terrible feeling of the bond as the shell broke around Kygo, the blue lava of the veins pouring heat and ridicule all around her... "Gaucho saved me," she drawled, wandering amid the memory. She nodded at that, as if confirming that yes indeed he had. "Can't unbond though," she admitted after a moment, her body noticeably sagging, though weather from grief or because it felt incredibly heavy all of the sudden, she couldn't tell. Laying down seemed nice... she dropped her nose to the sand to inspect it. "Shoulda stuck with the sun - maybe that's my answer." What was the question? Shit, she forgot.

Ampere