She had no intentions of returning to the island, given all that had occurred there, or supposedly had occurred. However while on a flight to clear her head and stretch her limbs, she heard the unmistakable sound of jingling. Her slow speed is the only thing that made the tones of the season audible above the wind, that or perhaps magic. It was so strange it immediately caught Ampere's attention, gaze cutting over the sky like a peal of lightning towards the island. She regarded it with a heavy stare, one worn with caution and anxiety.

Yet when the sounds continued to come, nearly a dare with their persistence, coupled with the odd streams of light and ...a familiar form flying towards it?
"Now I ahve to go," Ampere muttered to herself, changing course with a few flaps of her outstretched wings.

The island was easy to get to. The winds were inviting, attracting even, pulling her in on their warm gusts like a trap. Her mouth ran dry with the unease of it all, but she pressed on, curiosity outweighing reason, as most emotions did for her. If not that, she also had a notion of duty and protection to uphold, because she was fairly certain that figure was of the Throat.

After a little while the lights grew brighter, the bells louder, and the source clearer. A tree, beautiful in its own right, but slightly terrifying given the circumstances (at least to Ampere), stood like a beacon. More than that though, it was a signal which drew them in, a flame for the moths of Helovia. Ampere wings had never felt like such a betrayal.

Her body shuddered as she landed, steps whispering her to Destry's side. "Destry," she urged, blue eyes rolling in white as she eyed the turtle guarding his snare. "He seems familiar," a sidelong thought suggested as Ampere tried to scuttle to Destry, practically hiding by her while feigning to be her savior - she was the only safe thing in this place. In that moment Ampere also spied Sikeax and she was torn between figuring out who to huddle with, wanting nothing more than to skirt them all out of this place. "What are you doing here?" She asked of them both, head turning to eye each. She didn't want to say we because she wanted to feel in control, but truth be told Ampere had looked for and found an excuse to come here. Even Spice was here, and though Ampere was less familiar with her, she knew her to be of the Throat.

Was this an attack on their homeland? Some clever trick to invade them while the island hypnotized them? Was the turtle the mastermind of it all? Was he working with Ophelia?

All the while she stared at the turtle every chance she got, trying to place the reptile which should have been as unnoticeable as all the other scaled things running around. You have a way of holding onto your hurt though, and this turtle had certainly wounded her in the past.

Ampere