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Ampere the Mother of Companions
He will not come Ampere realized with sudden conviction. Ophelia's words shook in her ears, like a tangled gnat buzzing and tickling until it smothered itself. The reaction within Ampere was palpable. All at once her coiled energy expelled, leaving her strangely absent of anything. The weight of her head appeared abruptly unbearable as it sagged towards the ground, her chin resting against the cool, yet warm stone; it pushed against her teeth, exposing part of them. Her ears tilted back, unsure and unwilling to hear. Even her wings untucked from her sides, slipping forward to drag on the floor. They felt comforting, like a cocoon to hide inside. Ampere had not expected him to show, but she had hoped he would. She didn't realize the strength of that hope until it was lost. It had ballooned her up, but now it was released into the expanse of sky, its color a distant dot that grew smaller and smaller... A question hung in the air, a different one than the many circling her head. It penetrated her feathered shield, sliding between the shafts and darting against her conscious like a passing wind. Ampere stirred, her head tilting faintly in Ophelia's direction, blue eyes sliding towards her like an old machine sparking back to life, though uncertainly. "I have not seen," she felt the need to justify, pinned as she was beneath Ophelia's eyes. Although not a typically dishonest mare, Ampere felt as if the Forsaken's stare demanded honesty. "I have heard," she went on, slow at first, but soon quickening with worry. "The God of the Sun showed our diviner images in smoke, of a pegasus falling dead on the island. Then a mare of the Falls came to speak of worms attacking horses on the island." Ampere laughed as she finished, but the sound lacked its usual note of happiness. It seemed, maniacal almost. "Worms," she stressed, turning more fully to face Ophelia, her eyes widening with blue steel. "They tried to burrow into their flesh, tried to escape the island at all costs." Fitfully Ampere glanced up at the floating monstrosity, features pulling taut with distrust as she watched it hover amid the heavens. "It's unnatural," she hissed, her tail slapping her flanks with renewed vigor. All the anxiety that had been building up inside of her gushed out as she spoke about her fears and her ideas. Wings slid gradually back towards her sides as Ampere watched Ophelia, holding her now with a strong and wild stare drenched in blue. "There's something wrong with the island." Ophelia knew something too. Ampere could tell by the way she had asked, as if confirming a belief with someone. It was what lent Ampere her fervor as she told her tales, one which ebbed, now that the reality of their situation sunk back in. Telling Ophelia did little more for Ampere - Cera had told them, Ghost had told them, and what had it done? It had warned them, but it did not prepare them, did not enable them or help them against the threat they were told to be cautious of. What was she going to do now? Turning to the gods was her last resort, and her only plan. They had not come, and they were all fucked for it. "What can we do that gods can't?" Ampere asked lamely, her gaze since wandered from Ophelia to stare dully at the falling shrines. It wasn't something she would normally say - Ampere was a firm believer in controlling her own destiny, in fighting against any opponent, god or not. Yet she was cowed by the wraiths, an event that had not been so long ago, though everyone seemed to have forgotten. She knew what they could do, being present was one, trying was another, the gods routinely failed at those activities. Ampere was afraid though, and it paralyzed her in body and mind. She had been present and she had tried and she had fought the wraiths, and what had it done? Nothing her heart whispered cruelly. "If they are not fighting it, then surely we can't... like the wraiths..." Ampere trailed off, only able to admit she was powerless so many times. Weight shuffled uncomfortably. Ampere sniffed, her breath visible as it moved from her. All of it reminded her of her mortality, her limitations. Even the simple conversation they slipped into, speaking of breaths and old fights like there was nothing more important than connecting with each other... it was a welcome distraction at least. "What?" she asked at first, not quite able to switch from doom and gloom much less to something she didn't fully comprehend. She glanced out of the corner of her eye towards the sterling serpent, assuming he was the he the the Forsaken was referring to. Her teeth set on edge, annoyed instantly at the bond that existed between them and that was flaunted by their internal communication. Her name falling from the pale girl's lips jarred her further though, again surprising her. She took a step to the side, wings faintly lifting as feathers stood on end before flattening slowly. "Yes," she started after a moment, speaking slowly as the events were pulled from her mind to play behind her eyes. "I remember now... so long ago." It had been a lifetime. So much had changed, for better, or worse. Ampere sighed. It was easier then. Part of her wanted to go back there, but she knew she couldn't, wouldn't even. Ignorance plagued her then, and misery now, such is the weight of knowledge and understanding. "Maybe some day he will..." she offered, humoring them. Rather than anger, sorrow ringed her irises as she stared upon the seemingly content dragon and his horse. What would he have been in a different life? "I wish for many things," she murmured. Nearby pebbles jumped into life as blue sparks, quickly and easily shaped into butterflies under the mindful guide of Ampere. She sent them to flutter around him, a trio of blue wings and scattered movements. Her magic had been called pretty by many, but she did not see the beauty in it. Much like bonds she thought with a simper, knowing so many saw them as simple and normal, when to her they were horrible, awful things, much the way her pretty magic was dangerous to touch. She made sure to keep the butterflies out of Tinek's reach. For the first time Ampere wondered if she was just a pessimist. Perhaps everyone else was right. Maybe companion bonds were fine, maybe wraiths weren't so bad, maybe the floating island was a peaceful paradise. Get called crazy enough by everyone and eventually you start to believe them. Not yet. She still had fight left in her, somewhere. "We should have a rematch sometime," she suggested casually, "for old time's sake." |
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