The sun doesn't set anywhere. There is one place surely where it has settled, but there it remains like something felled from the sky and swallowed by the sea. With its burning beacon extinguished darkness has spread outward, like the ocean rising up to spill across the rocks once the lighthouse burns out. Somehow something as simple as light managed to keep all the dreariness at bay, and now? Now it leeches into the atmosphere like a disease with only the blinking stars to nettle it's dominion.

There is no light to be found beyond, for it was from there that Ampere had waded through the murk of the eternal night to come here, to the path of the sun. Yet no sun awaited the end of the trail, much like the hollow tale of a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. We all need a good snipe hunt now and again, so the universe seemed to feel.

There was some hope though wasn't there? That's what the stars were meant for.

"A shame he didn't," a voice drawled from the trees above which the small group began to gather. Within their depths Ampere was perched, or rather lounging, upon the large boughs of an old pine tree, which happened to be stationed beside a young, vibrant, orange tree. Heralding the return of some other sign of hope - a god that Ampere did not hold faith with perhaps - the ground began to flourish. If the glowing trees were not peculiar enough this midnight blooming surely was, but at some point you must adjust to the broken reality of a changing world or risk the inevitable spiral into insanity. Ampere chose to believe the world was crazy than deem herself as such, so she did not question the nightly bounty. It was much easier to partake of it anyway.

"Come in on wings that is," she clarified, her voice followed by a long, drawn out sluuuuuuuuuuuurp as her mouth carved around the rind of an orange and her tongue flicked out the juices. A few droplets of the orange rain may have tinkled down below, but soon enough the whole fruit would fall, perhaps, hopefully, striking Cirrus on her head.
"He'd be quite handsome with a pair," Ampere continue on after licking her lips clean. She giggled in the tree tops which soon began to sway. If you couldn't already spot her a flash or two of blue or black was surely easy to notice now. She wasn't trying to hide though, well at least not now.

Abruptly all the commotion ceased. There was brief and likely thankful silence from her, but as any tender moment proves to be, it was fleeting. A wide grin soon flashed through the trees as Ampere's head poked through the foliage. Her mane unslung from her neck like crows wings stretching for flight, but instead of flapping it swayed and danced in the forest breeze, soft as spider silk. The wide smile on her maw sent wrinkles crunching around her electric gaze which settled upon the most handsome stallion rather primarily - though she did spare a glance to the two mares, especially the one she aimed her sticky grenade at.
"Not to mention then you could join me up here." That neon stare all filled with blue shorted out briefly as she tossed him a wink, that momentary absence of the mega-wott color seeming to enhance it all the more when next it blazed free. "Pity." The pout pulled her lips into a pucker and it set the lightning on her cheek dancing, much like the heart in her chest and the heat in her loins.