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04-17-2015, 11:38 PM
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the Mother of Companions Sand danced around her heels as she arrived in a rush among the already assembled throng. She'd made it just in time to listen, but later than usual for her. It was time to start training those new warriors how to patrol, she and hers were running thin on the heels of Hector's absence. Upon completing her rounds she'd gone to collect her little lightning. Together they walked through the desert heat and the golden waves, both recognizing the dragons of flame that called them to the ascended fire which blazed in their home. As they moved her lips thinned into a line, while tension crept into her muscles. Do your duties she reminded herself as the moved, the words and the walk an attempt at quieting her heart. Settling near the back of the crowd, Ampere turned her ears to the news their sultan bore, though the rest of her senses drifted anywhere else. Her muzzle played upon her son's back, while eyes roved among the gathered bodies, interest sparking at the mention of Maren, the new Oracle. Ampere would need to speak with her, and soon... All of it fell away as Gaucho moved on to outer relations, and the blood they bore. Stiff as a lightning rod, Ampere's neck shot up, the blue blast of her gaze fixating upon the king of the sun. War came the unsteady harmony of all her emotions, all her thoughts. Ampere had little desire to march into a war which didn't involve them, and relaxed visibly when Gaucho murmured that they were neutral in the affair. Ampere would lay her life down for this herd, but not another, and for what, a goddess they cast aside? As if it was so easy to escape a god by changing mortal lands. She snorted obstinately, shaking her head and casting her eyes once again to their Oracle. When would the Moon return? About to plunge back into her internal reverie, only her name snapped her back. Eyes cut across to the bay, the memory of her name falling from those lips in different times shivering through her. Chancellor? she whispered to herself, disbelieving. In response her feathers lifted slightly on her wings and her rump, a display of the energy spiraling through her. She had the mind enough to embrace a wide smile on her lips, head nodding, bowing even in respectful acceptance - but what did it mean? More time with Gaucho came the fearful, excited realization. "To Megaera, the Sun's Spear in the Sands!" Ampere called out joyously, beaming with pride for her warrior. Her titles were as variously well earned as all the ones Gaucho carried in her mind, though she wondered curiously which second name would stick with the fighter. [Swift and sweet I hope!] @[Zèklè] |
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