Unlike Volterra, Ampere wholly intended on drinking herself piss drunk tonight. She was serious enough this past season, and beneath the newly acquired weight of being Sultana, there was still a grief she was chipping away at. Keeping busy with her duties and time had mostly healed her (and alcohol), but this was nearly the eve of Gaucho's passing.

The end of Tallsun, last year.

The enormity of that recognition burned through her in a way she'd thought she'd finally surpassed. In a way she was annoyed at finding herself still so crippled by his loss. It had been devastating to the entire herd, definitely, but the world moved on and already the herd had become something completely different than the one he left a year ago. Plenty of horses here never even knew him, maybe some didn't even know of him, which was a stark contrast to the masses that had mourned a full turn's passing ago.

"I'm getting old," Ampere thinks dourly as she and Kygo fly towards the party.
"Yes," he agrees matter of factly, his tone abruptly shifting to indignant squawks as Ampere aims a small spark his way. She laughs though, and all is forgiven for that brief surge of joy that promises to drown out all the rest of the shit.

"You promise," Kygo reminds her, almost chidingly, as they circle in to land.
"I know, I know," she huffs, hooves meeting sand with an elegant landing. Ampere shakes herself off before loosely folding her wings against her back. She leans down to deposit her quaint offering upon the stone slab - one of her feathers. Kygo flits in as well, hopping forth to proffer one of his feathers. Meager compared to some of the others perhaps, but feathers had significance to Ampere, so there was worth in it to her.

Turning to slip into the crowd, Kygo flapping up to perch on her withers, the pair found themselves striding past Volterra as he spoke. Ampere gave pause, smiling at her Sultan and the warriors gathered. "Yes, thank you. The Sun is all about chasing away the darkness after all, it's only right to honor him by being at our brightest." She meant it, even if she couldn't always mean it.

Nodding at the three Ampere continued on, ambling up to the kegs with interest, her nostrils flared to catch the delicate scents of the sweet liquor. Catching Arakh sniffing around as well she proffered him a grin and some mischievous eyes. "That's drink," she informed him with gusto, her wings opening up to add to her point with exaggerated posturing. "A bit stronger than water, but it gives you courage and warmth, all traits of the Sun." She grinned and leaned down towards him, lipping at one of the barrels. "Why don't you give it a taste eh?"

Her upper lip flicked the spout up to let the honeysuckle liquor flow free, some splashing on her muzzle before she pulled away to allow him.