All of this standing around and talking was really starting to wear on Ampere. Politics were dreadfully dull, and she couldn't help but wonder if Gaucho did this on a daily basis. Of course she had ruled, once, but the entire realm had been recovering from the shock of the terrible wraiths which had forced them all underground for countless nights. It left all the herds to rebuild, and each had focused on itself for the entire time she had sat on the throne. These outside trips and contests hadn't been on her agenda, and now she could say she was grateful.

Whatever the God of the Sun had seen in her, she wasn't sure it existed. Even as a warrior lead, she wasn't sure she had the grace or the tact of handle all these affairs. Still, she was here, however much she had to shift her weight while she waited, snorting faintly and grazing on whatever was nearby.

Thankfully this was the end, and when the diplomatic group returned, Ampere felt relief. The feeling would be short lived, sadly.

Ophelia and Kahlua each detailed their candidates, and their choices. Ophelia's had not shocked her since Ampere had been present for all of it, and had found Torleik surprisingly capable, if a bit reliant on all his insane crafts and traps. Ampere was still impressed by Cathun's suggestions, particularly how well he utilized all of his herd, and she found a new respect for her sandy warrior - whatever his motives for applying here. Ophelia's dismissal of him was... unjust to Ampere, and she couldn't help but squint a bit when the Basin lady selected a Basiner for king. If she'd had any further notions of their intimacy, she would have scowled even harder.

It was not just that she had selected a Basiner, it was that she did not continue to test them, that she just continued to talk with them. Having Gaucho, arguably the greatest warrior, as her Sultan on top her very warrior-minded and wildling upbringing surely made Ampere biased, but she felt this system horribly weak in selecting an ideal candidate, especially when Cathun showed such promise.

Of course it didn't help that Ampere was not particularly fond of Torleik. Though, his annoyance was little to nothing compared to all the grievances Oxy had caused her, she had not enjoyed any time they had met in the past.

Lips set in a hard line, Ampere turned to listen to Kahlua, surprised that Amaris had dropped out. "What happened int he Throat?" Ampere couldn't help but wonder, and her blue gaze cut across the diplomatic candidates, curious. Had Gaucho done something? Shaking away his name with a toss of her head, Ampere remained attentive as Kahlua explained her reasons, but it did little to soften the blow that Mauja was her choice.

The evidence of their relationship was extremely obvious, and Ampere couldn't help but balk at the painted mare's clear favoritism of her cock buddy. Not to mention that Ampere knew him. Not well, but she remembered his spotted hide in her youth, chasing her out of the white north. His imbecilic rampage of madness had impressed everyone earlier? On words alone he seemed the most unqualified, and talking was the only fucking thing this contest seemed to care about. By the gods had everyone in this little group gone fucking mad?

To top it off Kaglua was staying in the very home she had supposedly wanted to leave due to the governing god. The very god that had driven her into war. "Ludicrous," Ampere whispered to herself, disbelieving of the insanity that she felt she was witnessing.

Having had to wait this long, for this, left a sour taste in Ampere's mouth. Still, this was the purpose of her presence, to know. Thankfully her rank did not demand of her that she forge alliances, because it would have been like eating grass through shit in order for her to extend any promises of friendliness to these two dick heads. Instead she settled for a political smile, tight, and a short "Congratulations. The Throat will be in contact with you all soon." She nodded her head, careful not to bow it, before finally taking to her wings, wondering if Amaris and Cathun would accompany her home. She was over the Edge.