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10-08-2013, 12:29 AM
Ampere was hesitant to leave the crimson orb with the talking turtle and the two unicorns hovering so near. What if it was a trick and whoever was slowest to leave kicked the turtle and took the orb, or worse what if the turtle deceived them all and ate the creature in their absence? He seemed pretty trustworthy, as most turtles do, but perhaps the heat had frayed his better sensibility.
It had certainly unwound hers.
Despite the worries Ampere realized she was grateful for an excuse to escape the inferno of the Heart. She launched into the sky so fast she nearly took a few feathers off her wings; a move that seemed to add a fresh coat of sweat to her body.
She was well lacquered now.
In fact the unconscious urge from her body to cool off sent her north towards the frozen tip of Helovia - a place she had been only once before and hadn't cared for. There was nothing there for a child surely, although maybe the molten gryphon would like an icicle to cool off too. She didn't know.
That was the whole truth of it - she didn't know.
Just what does a baby need?
The question rattled in her mind with a shrill emptiness that set her heart sinking. She was not too far past young herself, but what she recalled was playing with other foals her age, but there were no other gryphons and she had ...no friends to provide. Not any more.
Ampere remembered that she loved to train with her grandsire, but what if the gryphon didn't like training?
"Oh nest-robbers! How am I supposed to know what a baby gryphon needs? That's knowledge for it and its own kind!" she snarled at the wind, teeth clicking together with a frustration that rattled through her skull.
The emotion drained her of what little energy she had left and with a sudden realization that the icy north was simply too far away, she swerved down towards the forested lands below.
Landing with a flurry of irate tail flicking and weary wings, Ampere sloppily got her feet back on solid ground. She stood for a moment, wings slightly ajar from her body, glancing around the meadow. As her ears swung in opposite of her eyes, she caught the sound of rushing water and soon saw the glint off it in the distance.
She licked her lips, suddenly remembering her thirst from before.
As she strode forward to take her fill that's when it struck her, "WATER!" she called aloud, like some reverse sailor. "Babes need water... and food, and and a place to sleep!" Excitement trembled through her legs and gracelessly she crashed into the stream, drinking her fill with noisy gulps.
How do you carry water though? I always fly to it... she mused as she took her droughts, the fluid replenishing her energy and lapped like a cool tongue against her taxed body.
Maybe not water, but surely food. Though, what did gryphons eat?
Meat she knew at once, recalling the hooked beak of the infant and others she'd seen.
I could go back and bash in the heads of those two slave-drivers she thought sourly, lifting her head with a glittering stream of water droplets falling from her muzzle. She glanced longingly towards the way she'd come. No, she knew at once, murder was not in her capabilities, not such a cold one. Besides, killing them would be like trying to ruin an ant hill by stepping on individual ants. If she wanted to change this place and its way of thinking about companions she needed to instruct them in their wrong doing, so that they might go and instruct others, much the way a disease spread between multiple hosts - although perhaps that was not the ideal analogy to make.
A grasshopper fluttered into place by the bank just then, catching the blue hawk eyes of the pondering pegasus. Her head jerked around and a smile grew upon her water-logged muzzle as she spied the insect. Meat she thought, lunging forward with wings outstretched. Swiftly she cupped the creature with her feathers, although it lost most of its limbs in the process.
A tweet of success resounded from her breast as she strode out of the bank, mud coating her underhalf, serving like a coolant. Perhaps she was a murderer after all!
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