It happened so fast she hardly had time to react. In one instant she was there, standing beside the babe and her brother (?), his voice still rasping in her ears with permission and acceptance of her invitation and then - gone.
A rush of wind, a blur of colors and talons and just like that, the newborn babe was gone. Ampere was frozen on the spot, her mind still processing the event that unfolded in the blink of an eye. It was too real to what had happened to her not several days past (was it the same wretched beast?!). At the time she'd been too weak to resist, still in labor with her son while the other was carted off in his pearly casing. This time however.
This time she was ready.
Teeth grit together with a noise that squeaked while feathers flared, wings lifting and dropping in one pump, two pump, three. She bolted forward, shoving her way past the gathering, abandoning her child in the chaotic frenzy of pursue the injustice. Hot on the heels of the harpy (though by no means close, her hesitation did her in), Ampere followed suit and flung herself off the cliffside, wings opening up as she dove.
All around her brush and dust swirled into angry blue sparks, the Mother of Companions crafting a vicious dragon out of electricity. It shot past her, fueled by her anger and its pure energy, its speed undeniable as she and it raced after the thief. It was not so easy as beating it though - a fall from here could kill though child, though maybe she could still save it if she was close enough. She'd never tested her magic which could move that heavily though. A young small babe she was, but still a whole body, one that would be falling fast. No, better to drive the harpy down, down, down.
Meanwhile Zèklè was left in her wake, grounded, weak, alone. This is why she'd offered to feed the filly, not care for it, that's what the other mares were for.
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