She has swam in the ocean before, but it is a frightening experience every time, much different from the stillness of the oasis. The ocean, with all her vastness and murk, was mysterious, dangerous, unkind in as equally as she was beautiful and healing. So Ampere was not initially alarmed at the strength of the waves as they kicked around her, but a rising panic did settle inside of her as she started to go under. There was a brief moment, when she was choking on saltwater and couldn't tell up from down, when she thought that this could be a fitting death - killed by the very thing she loved... except she didn't want to die, not yet. It was not that she feared the inevitable demise of her being, the unstoppable decline of her body, the slowing of her heart into a memory, all of that she understood and expected. Just, not yet.

Yet for all her struggling, all her fight, she was powerless in the big blue. Just as she was starting to accept the reality of this final swim, Ampere found her breath. She choked on it at first, alarmed more than anything by this new sensation of breathing, again, except still in fucking water. "What is happening?" came the wild voice of her frightened thoughts, but soon enough they gaze way to a serenity as she found not death, but life under here. She laughed into her air bubble at the antics of fish, gasped at the colorful landscapes that she drifted past, and smiled at the currents as she moved through them. It was so achingly familiar that it felt like home. Was she to be the first sea horse? Was she meant to sail, rather than fly? She had always thought the wind her home, but maybe it was the sea...

A sparkle caught her eye. Blue gaze coasted over the metal flash, and in response, it wiggled free, shooting towards her. Ampere's eyes widened, and her feathers bristled faintly, soggy but still emotional under the sea. "A shield?" she murmured to herself, 'brow furrowing as she traced the mark of the sun on it. What was a sun shield doing here, of all places? Lost at sea perhaps, from the shores of his home, but so strange. She wanted to get it out to inspect it, forgetting in an instant the urge to live under here.

It would have been lonely if she stayed - maybe she already recognized that.

She broke the surface, not with a gasp or a sputtering of water, but as easily as if she he switched from an air current to a thermal, rather than sea to sky. Her mane lapped at her neck, and her tail at her hocks, as she drug herself and sphere of metal out of the water. She gave herself a hefty shake as she slipped back onto the sand, and there finally got a good look at her find. "Now what?" she wondered, glancing around. Could she really carry this all the way home? Was it even her right to?

Musing, Ampere began to walk south along the beach, trying to dry off while she thought. Her magic leapt out at intervals to the shield, pulling on its electrical currents to carry it with her until she decided one way or another. Maybe the ocean would give her more advice. The fish had helped her carry it out, so it seemed as if it was a gift, but it was so strange.

Some things just weren't meant to be questioned though, and sometimes Ampere was okay with that. Today was one of those days. She was content just to be, and she felt a great deal lighter after her romp in the salt. Still, couldn't hurt to linger longer, listening to her old friend.