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02-06-2017, 04:38 PM
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A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun Ampere had to give credit to Serenity for taking the verbal backlash well. She didn't cower or dither, didn't tense with a defensive posture suggesting attack. If anything she seemed to accept it, an admission of guilt in so many ways - or perhaps just a lack of processing, unaware of her sins and so numb to the admonishment of them. Whatever it was, Ampere readily listened when she, breathless, finished and Serenity picked up slowly. "The wraiths," Ampere filled in for her, something fearful just tinging the back of her words. Years ago and those memories still haunted Ampere, terrified her beyond measure. She never wanted to feel that helpless again. It granted her more kindness towards this old friend. "Darkness came upon the realm and forced us all underground. Those of us who were unlucky became monsters - wraiths. We could barely fight back... eventually our gods overturned it." A lifetime ago... "That's when I first met you," Ampere tilted her head, trying to piece it together. Serenity seemed fine after that, when the darkness was beaten back and they lived in the Throat. Serenity suggested the last time she was here though, she was already suffering from the Amnesia. Ampere's lips pursed, doubtful, but her expression was not unfriendly. "There is magic which could help you return your memories," Ampere suggested. "The God of the Sun himself oversees such abilities, it might do you well to return to his herd and his watch." Ampere paused, as if she was offering advice and not an invitation, since his herd was herd herd. She wasn't one to condemn those who leave, not forever, not when she's been guilty of it. So she softens again, a wry smile on her lips. "You're always welcome back in the Throat." |
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