Relaxation comes eventually, in small doses, when it seems the gathering bodes no ill will to her or her family. It must have been nothing more than an unusual coincidence that several from the Throat were first to arrive, because soon thereafter she recognized some from other herds as well, and assuredly those who had no place other than the wilds. Still, it was an odd thing, that so many were drawn to this place at the same time, and she stayed alert all the same. It did nothing to soothe her soul that this strange island, of all places, was where the tree and the gathering chose to occur.

It was easy to overlook figures she shouldn't have in the throng of horse bodies that moved like a living current around the tree. She recognized this in some background haze of her conscious, beating in rhythm to her tautly strung paranoia, but she had her attention set on her brothers and sisters of the Throat. Even... Gaucho, her mind gasps when she sees him arrive, ever a beacon of flame and ruined emotions.

Worriedly Ampere stole her way deeper into the island, desperate for some sort of cover or at the very least distance between her and the fire doused stallion. The passionate ending to their spar haunted her with anxiety and uncertainty. It had been so good in the moment, seemingly unregrettable as their bodies melted into one, their senses alive with the hum of electricity that raced wherever their hides touched. It was everything she'd needed for so long; Gaucho serving as an internal fire that warmed her to her bones and lit up every corner of her shadow-fringed thoughts, chasing them into nonexistence. It had been, happiness, maybe even, love?

Ampere shook her head ruthlessly, teeth gnawing at her lip with unpent agitation. Whatever she had felt then paled to the dread that filled her now. Without him she bore the dark and the cold inside of her, a storm building, raging, wrecking, yet even with him, after him, the clouds returned, vengeful. She was a hurricane of fucked up as she moved, now at a run, through the eerie land, unable yet to face the monumental oh shit of what had occurred between them. His dick may as well have been a tattoo needle carving a red 'B' across her face; Adultery was not half as horrible as BETRAYAL.

They would know. They would all know, but especially Sohalia would see her.

Shuddering, a bowstring pulled just before snapping, Ampere nearly collided with the one horse she probably hated more than herself - Oxy.

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Please just wait to start the spar until she's given birth ^^' not really sure how this timeline is actually going to work but I want to at least avoid the penalty.