"Mesec," she called out, curt and business-like.

It wasn't supposed to be that way. Her mind wore heavy, especially as she had just passed Megaera who remained on her Vigil by the Sun's fires, and on her own sort of quest for inner peace Ampere had taken to flying patrols until hunger or sleep forced her to do otherwise. It was flying one of the extra patrols that she had spotted them on the border. That their dark shapes stopped and waited below was a hopeful suggestion that they weren't a threat, but without getting closer she wouldn't know. The closer she got, the better she could see the familiar markings of her moon (no, he was better than the moon, he was the stars), but the closer Ampere could see her too.

At first the mare was insignificant, easily forgotten in the shadow of Mesec's presence and assumed not to be a worry for that very reason. Ampere was wrong about that though, because as she circled in for a quick landing, she realized why the stranger seemed familiar. She was that mare that had been hovering around Mesec during the fight.

The one hovering around Mesec now.

Ampere's wings folded tightly against her back, flipping and flicking with a certain unrest as she stood before them and the conversation progressed. Without the stranger Ampere might have forgotten her anger, which had dulled with time the way all wounds scar over, she might have rushed up to him and held him again, because damnit what the hell happened during that fight? What the hell happened to them?
I happened. Somewhere that thought, that realization drifted, but not where Ampere recognized it, because in the now, that mare happened.

"Who's this?" she asked with a clipped voice, the blue of her gaze narrowing as she assessed the mare and evidently found her lacking. She might have flirted with Mesec, to shove it in the girl's face (because whether they were that way or not Ampere's jealousy didn't like the mare being with him, protecting him the way she had). As it was, she resisted. Most of it was because there was still that rift she had carved between them, but the other part was the black tar that wept steadily from her nose, eyes, and ears. It thickened her tongue, which could have been a reason for her short speech, but wasn't.

The sickness was uncomfortable. She could feel it slowly trudging through her body, trickling against her body in the irritating way a hard-earned sweat never had. Most of all though, it altered something. She could sense the electricity in them. Not the way she had always been able to, not the hum of magic that sang on their synapses like an instrument. This was like, a feeling that pulled at her and let her know their hearts beat and in doing so they were charged. It was new, but similar enough to her ability she didn't think much of it, though wondered if she could perhaps control it. On the topic of hearts, perhaps she could change the mare's, or Mesec's. Maybe her own.

Are you okay? she wanted to ask him, but didn't, because of pride and idiocy.
Are we? some smaller, quieter part of her squeaked into the place that never showed itself to her.