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the Mother of Companions It felt, strange to just be walking with Mesec like this. Ampere had never really had a friend before, not like this - although maybe he was more, but in a much different way than Gaucho had been. Gaucho had never been a friend of hers, he had always been that warm desire that scorched through her. With Mesec, it had always been different though. He had found her in her weaker moments, had burrowed into her mind and her heart rather than just her loins. Instead of a burning passion, he was the subtle starlight of his lineage, dim, colder, but still a guiding point in her life and among her soul. There was no denying the blossoming feelings she had for him, strengthened each time they met. She smiled, a bit shy in the wake of such thoughts, when she looked at him while they walked. As it was always with them though, darkness seeped into their pale illumination; such was the fate of the night and a storm, to only be lit briefly by the moon and the lightning it carried. Perhaps here, in the kingdom of the sun, they could finally burn bright together. "How could he?" she asked strongly, her emotions hot beneath her skin at the mention of his name; combined with the damning of Mesec, she was already turning the dust of ancient foliage into sparks as they passed by. Catching herself as a blue light leapt into existence at her side, Ampere shook her head, trying to resettle the calm and the happiness she'd embraced just moments ago. Her feathers smoothed against her wings and her rump, a forced complacency. "I mean," she tried again, the sparks popping out of sight, "he can't hold you any more accountable than we can him. You are not your mother, anyone can see that." Ampere snorted, driving the point home with a firm resolve. Besides, if Gaucho did have a problem with it, she'd see to it personally. |
@[Mesec] sorry to hold you up!
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