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the Mother of Companions "Hail, Weaver. I'm Ampere, Sultana of the Dragon's throat, with Volterra, Sultan, and Pippigrin, Guardian." She nodded to her two companions in turn before continuing, "we've come to broker the official terms of our relationship, given recent changes of leadership for both herds." News didn't always travel fast or reliably around Helovia, but leadership seemed to be that exception, and Ampere was curious about the shift away from The Reaper that had reigned in the icy north for so long. More arrive - Erebos, who seems kind and knows Volterra to some extent, then Weaver, whom Ampere proffers a return grin and a nod of respect for their spar. Overall they are received with enough of a welcome that some of Ampere's tension slips off in the swaying of her tail at her hocks. Yet she is not blind to the fact that each addition from their front seems to be, battle hardened. In fact with Wessex's arrival, Ampere's gaze had faintly narrowed, suspicious of such a militaristic display when she had purposefully called out for peace. She supposed it matched the trio that was she, Volterra, and Pippigrin - might for might, proof of both herd's capability, whatever the shadow cast by the Edge's recent thriving nature. That the Basin added two more to the mix, while their other two seemed to delay, was certainly another display of their prowess. Though, she marked that neither of the other two studs were of warrior make. Scars, she noted, but not that same air she knew so well. Rikyn's approach was similar to Erebos in his jovial recognition of Volterra, but as nice as the gold marked stallion suggested he was, his laugh and quip about Pippigrin's height proved too much for Ampere to ignore. Being a smaller mare herself, she wasn't one to be intimidated by size, and despite Pippigrin's sometimes childish antics, his heart and work ethic had more than proven himself in her mind. "You've an eye for size," Ampere drawls to Rikyn, stated in such a manner that suggests something other than the front of what he was saying, a quirk of her 'brows punctuating that as her gaze pointedly traveled towards his groin region. "Perhaps that's a concern of yours often? Happens to some stallions." Ampere's attention is finally drawn to Roland, whom lingers in the back, quiet - it's unsettling compared to the hearty greetings all the rest had offered, Rikyn included. "I'm Ampere, Sultana of the Dragon's Throat. We've come to palavar about our herds ties to one another. We have a... long history to work through," Ampere gave a paltry smile, unable to completely shake the haunting news Volterra had shared with her about Aithniel's treatment here. |
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