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the Mother of Companions He spoke, and his answer was not what she had expected, but then again she hadn't expected an answer at all. Ampere, as with most things in life, had arrived in a whirlwind of rippling emotions being led on one strand of thought. Now that she had reached the end of that thread, she wasn't sure how to continue, and the hallway of her mind was dark with that uncertainty. Luckily her inner fire usually appeared to lead the way, burning all her bridges as she crossed them. The Mother of Companions was quiet for a moment; a rare thing to behold. She glanced over to the orange girl and the fox, her look blank as it passed over them. For the most part Ampere was ignoring them, still rattled by their appearance in this place, at this time, though she did find it curious that they remained to listen. I hope they learn something Ampere thought, her attention settling back on the mountain that stood before her. His presence certainly commanded attention, and it reminded Ampere of the way being close to the God of the Sun had felt. There was something innately powerful about them, and it chilled Ampere far worse than any hard winter ever had. It was a wonder she had ever thought they were myths, though could she be blamed after the myriad of tales, descriptions, and names "gods" bore in other lands? Then again maybe those were all true too. Maybe each star was a god, filling the universe with magic and might, but little kindness. If that was so, then these gods were not masters of anything, not really, and they certainly weren't free to dictate the life of anyone or anything, be it horse or insect. That's what bothered Ampere the most - is that they felt like they could. "You did not fix any of that," she began slowly, a newfound thoughtfulness to her tone, although it also came across as accusing. She was finding more and more reasons not to like the gods now that she had accepted they were real. First one gets her pregnant, unforgivable enough, and the rest (or all) enslave an entire span of species, and for what? "The wars, the famines, the deaths... they continue. Only now those innocent creatures which you say this bond exists to save are pitted against horses many times their size, against one another, even against their own kind." Ampere's voice wavered and she fell quiet, fighting against the pricking sensation that gathered behind her eyes. Damnit, I mustn't appear weak. She glanced into the distance. It was difficult for her, and not just because of her passion for the subject. Ampere understood the intentions behind the history of the bond, but the Earth God did not speak with any tinge of regret or concern when he told her of it. He spoke directly, almost as though he were a patient teacher trying to explain a simple rule to his thick-headed student. How can he not see? Ampere wondered to herself, dismayed that the gods and so many others continued to think the bonds a blessing. "The bonds were meant to save lives... but greed has stained this cause. Horses covet the unborn companions, crawling over one another just for a chance at the bond, but not because of any damn altruism or honor. They do not see the creature as a life, but as thing, an advantage, a Ampere shook her head. Despite everything, she was actually enjoying this conversation, in as much as one can take happiness from that which rattles their very being to its core. The topic crumbled like ash in her mouth as they spoke, but it was the only fodder she could take nourishment from, so she swallowed it all the same. "The bodies exist, but the soul does not. They have no freedom - the bond has killed them. After all of this, why does the bonding remain?" Nothing had been helped by it, didn't he recognize that? Ampere tried to hold herself steady, her gaze finally lifting back to meet that of the God's. It rose like a peal of lightning cutting across the night's sky - bold, and bright, but most especially, dangerous. [1/3 questions] |
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