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She had just returned from bringing Zero back home and putting him to bed. The war had finished not long before, and already Ampere was thinking of the work to be done. Her child, for one, needed a talking to once they were both ready. Then of course she had to patrol, which she currently set herself to, letting the pattern and the wind sort her worries out. Third, she had something she needed to do beyond these sands, where the blue veins that flowed matched her eyes.
Yes she thought decidedly, cutting through the air with a cold detachment that foretold the deep thoughts she carried, she would go there next.
Before that though, there was the patrol, and on the patrol, there was Ilios. She noticed him on the distant shore as she passed by en route, and there she stopped to circle and watch. From a distance she couldn't identify him, but could see enough of his body to garner some basic information about whether he meant harm or not. When he stood and called out she drew closer, and as she did, she caught sight of that familiar form she helped greet her in what already seemed ages ago.
Perplexed, because his wings were obvious as she flew down to meet him, Ampere greeted him. "Ilios!" as she said his name she was reminded of the comment he made before the fight, about wanting to talk. Was this that chance, and if so, about what? Was he scared of...fire and that's why he stood over here?
"What've you done to your wing?" she asked as she settled to the ground, her own wings folding and acute eye noticing the off way he held his. "Need a lift?" she half joked, all too familiar with running the key taxi service here.
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