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12-29-2015, 01:44 AM
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Ampere the Mother of Companions
She had seen him, or at least what she thought was him (he was as black as the night around them after all), as she banked around the eastern desert on her normal patrol route. Ampere preferred the evening shifts, utilizing the color of her pelt to her advantage in this hour, and working away from the heat which was better spent in lounge and rest (in her opinion). Unhurried, she finished her scan of their domain while her wings brought her closer with each gentle stroke on the wind, pushing her towards the heart of the desert, the oasis. Cera was already present and speaking by the time she'd tilted and descended, her wings clapping at Einarr's victory while her hooves settled and scattered sand. A bemused expression found its way to her lips as her ear's caught the Golden Prince's voice while she collected herself, wings folding easily to her backside. Her tail feathers gave a little shake before folding up neatly against the curve of her rump, the comfort accentuated by a quick slap of her tail against warm flanks. "I take it you were successful then Einarr?" she asked brightly, and though she was confident in his abilities and that he had, the question still hung in the tone for him to confirm - let him take his win and garner the well earned pride. Quietly her eyes appraised her warrior, thinking not for the first time that he would make a fine Gladiator. Her lips pursed in thought as her mind wandered to Gaucho and one of their more recent, discussions. For all her past qualms with Einarr, there was no doubting his skill in his career. At the very least, she could appreciate the stallion for that. |
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