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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
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The night signaled the start of another patrol. Ampere had watched the setting sun with her son, but it had not brought her the same peace as in the past. The words of the whale troubled her (and most of all whether they were real or not), and she hadn't finished resolving anything with Gaucho. All of it left her head foggy and her muscles ached for reasons other than Frostfall alone.

She was hitting another wall, wondering what she could expect of her whatchers when she couldn't even make a difference in her own herd.

Snorting forcefully she'd taken to the skies, flying fast and hard; a relationship with the wind and troubles that Ampere had always shared on her wings. Weariness crept in with her burning chest, and she fancied that the sweat she felt prickling around her ears and against the lines of her neck was the awful thoughts leaving her, at least until it dried - which was unfortunately, rather fast in mid winter.

Huffing through her nose with the exertion of an exercise run rather than a patrol, Ampere nearly missed herself. Well trained after so many seasons though, her eyes were drawn to the motion so close to their border. With such a cursory glance she flicked her eyes away, but after a couple of wing strokes realization struck her like a cord and her head snapped back around, lightning gaze spotting a similar holder in the dark night. Her skin crawled as her nerves and her feathers prickled, like fear creeping up your spine, but she wasn't afraid. If anything, it was a rush of exhilaration that flooded her at the sight of herself, of him - but even so it'd never get easy to watch her own skin walk around.

She banked easily towards him, swooping in low to drift on the air currents just above and to his left. If they timed it right, their wings would never hit, otherwise they might brush. "You've gotten better," she greeted casually, a small smile even tugging at her lips, though she was sure his visit and his all too apparent use of her identity was more than idle chatter and flying talents. "Been thinking about what I said and practicing?" she asked, and the question was worth so much more than what it seemed.


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RE: Sound the Sirens There's Pirates About - by Ampere - 06-22-2015, 11:43 PM

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