The being that summoned her here takes shape as its agreement rings forth. Ampere's attention is immediately drawn to it. Despite its strangeness she doesn't react in any careful way, though neither is she emboldened. She's familiar, perhaps because it isn't so strange after all, not really. It's like her magic, a lightning beast born of the energy that thrives in the world. It's certainly brighter though, denser like something real instead of just the electric shadow, and far more sentient than the mindless hoards she creates to dash against her foes.

As it smiles, she returns the motion, melting away the wrinkles on her features with laugh lines instead.

The caeline seems equally at ease as it settles near her. Ampere's eyes don't leave it, though there is no concern within them, merely wonder. The Mother of Companions wonders if this is a soul. Not just the energy of something, but the manifestation of who someone is. On that train of thought then, noting the mishmash of animal qualities which lack her kind, Ampere then begins to believe this is perhaps the soul of companions. Maybe the first, maybe the collective (although it ought to look a fair bit uglier then, she muses), or perhaps just a lost one of little importance except that it's here, speaking to her.

Ampere is not left long to wonder as it, she, continues to inquire. It's enrapturing, enough so that Ampere's misery which she's been cradling in her chest for seasons seems to drift away - sunken into her bones perhaps, because it certainly isn't gone, but it's distant. Ampere stands beyond it, like a prisoner out of her cell but still in the prison, oblivious to the metal rails as a brief ray of sunlight drifts through a sun roof onto her face, inviting her to dream again.

That's what this being is doing, her questions so perfectly formed that Ampere is pulled from her depths, but not so far that she feels the absence of them and warily falls back in. She is a light, but dim enough to behold.
Ampere sighs, and it's like a new breath.

It's a recognition of her forgetfulness. It's an admittance of uncertainty for her desire.
What do I want?
She has always reached and taken it, but this feels like the first time she's been asked, and it leaves her oddly without an answer. She finds herself tentatively seeking Kygo's presence, scaling the walls of her consciousness to find that familiarity she pretends is still uncomfortable. He isn't here though, and that absence is sobering for several reasons.

Ampere blinks, and glances away from the creature. She's letting the vision of the electric pulse of life flood her senses.

"To fight."
The answer comes at last. It's a hard response, unwavering and thick with resolve that she hasn't been able to muster for months. "To fight for the vulnerable, for the weak, for the defenseless," her voice thickens with a forgotten passion as she brings her attention back around to her friend. "To fight for what is right, or should be. To preserve this." Her wings unfurl, gesturing at the surroundings, at the minuscule existence that hums with as much fervor as a the largest beast roars.