Ampere glanced over @[Maren] as the familiar mare made her way towards her. Ampere's initial reaction mirrored the thoughts of the priestess, and in response her expression widened with mild surprise. She didn't know much of the head-winged Diviner, but what little she had learned of her suggested she fit her earned title well. Then again, as much could be said of Ampere.

Yet the priest, like her, had gone silent int he crowd, content only to watch while the others contended, however unorthodox and foolish it was. Ampere proffered her a smile by way of greeting, one that broke into a soft laugh at the apparent shrug that Maren gave. It was a suitable summary for the events. "It's entertainment, at the least," Ampere murmured softly. Not that she wanted any leadership to be entertaining, it was still a small consolation.

Still, her blue gaze drifted over two sand-speckled bodies, one that belonged to her warrior ranks, and one that she had fought against. She did not hold their ambition against them, but she was curious why if they both spoke of bloodline, that they chose to reside where that vein did not flow. If the Edge truly belonged to them through the hands of history, why had they not nestled in her misty nest before this shining crown was lifted?

Not that they were the only ones. All of the greed, however well intended, made her sick. The mantle of a sultan and sultana should not be taken because it is wanted, but because it wanted you. "I wonder why the Moon does not select some herself..." Ampere mumbled as an aside to Maren, wrapped up in her own thoughts and her private questions. Just where was the Moon anyway? Had she truly been tormenting the herd that had lived there, prompting the war which was waged? She'd have to ask Mesec when she got back to the Throat. If anyone would know, he might be the one.

Ampere wasn't given much time to peruse her own mind as Kahlua and Ophelia both spoke up, splitting the assembled group into the main paths of leadership. Ampere remained in the Edge, figuring that Gaucho or Megaera would learn what they needed from the group which was heading south, meaning her staying here would be the most useful information wise. That the warrior lead would be chosen here, was just luck.

Another smile fell into place on her maw as she settled in to watch, nodding with much more approval of this method, even if it was still jarringly man-handled by Ophelia. Ampere had known countless 'warriors' well adept at opening their mouths, but it was the battlefield where they really earned their title. Ophelia surely knew that, so maybe the ice queen would manage to draw some blood today. If not... perhaps Ampere would give them all a jolt and liven them up; even if they all turned on her, at least she might see who had the actual worth, and not just the wind to describe it.

Her smile widened, just as lopsided and wild as her asymmetric markings. Some politician she made...

[Ampere is observing]