The sound of conversation nearby drew Ampere's attention as she moved through the Threshold. Each hoof step cast a gentle
crack through the air. The sound of frozen pine needles breaking. It was not a comforting noise, but Ampere was at least hopeful she'd hear a wraith as easily as they'd hear her. Even so she'd prefer to be airborn, or at the very least crouched in the tree tops. All the boughs here were too thin though,
"and my bruises too few," she thought with a grimace as her stride stretched the soreness of her chest.
She paused her steps as her ears twitched towards the voices, the absence of her travel affording her better hearing. It sounded like flirting if she could judge anything by the tone, and that definitely seemed like something she needed to be involved in. Grinning to the trees she picked up her pace, weaving between the skinny trunks, occasionally rubbing against the bark to help drag away her winter coat which had just started to grow out. It was a terribly ugly time of the season to be trying to impress anyone, but all the better to catch who was already attempting it.
She drew between two trees to stand before Sky and Cyrus, just catching the end of Sky's words. The mare was trying to play it cool she could see at once, her question rather... childish while her tone was overplayed. the stallion on the otherhoof, well, she certainly understood what had Sky all flustered. He was a sight for sore eyes with his golden, well toned body and the affluent amount of hair her bore, its color contrasting nicely against his palomino hide. She could not hide her admiration of him even if she tried, but she wasn't trying.
"Sex, by the looks of it," Ampere replied bluntly, answering Sky's question, even if she wasn't looking at the mare.
"Or he should be" she confirmed with an airy giggle, not embarrassed int he slightest, but slightly hoping both of them were. She sighed dreamily afterwards, turning her gaze to the mare and giving her an acknowledging wink. The movement cause her head to tile somewhat, and a pattern of light filtered from the trees glint across the golden crown that Ampere's head bore, a gift of her lord and a sign of her rank.
"How's the cold treating you?" she asked conversationally of no one in particular, figuring they both were living in the wilds by their appearances. Herd horses tended to have more bulk on their girth due to a steady income of food from the land, and each herd had such a distinct terrain there was a certain odor to be detected. Although with everyone having been in the caves recently, she supposed everyone was the same still, even her, though a fine layer of red dust had already begun to coat her pelt, a signature of the desert land.
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