It was surely the calmness of the twins that set Ampere on such a distant edge. That they bonded was enough to infuriate her. That they fought a monster to do so was enough to break her. Yet it was the nonchalance they treated both issues with that really did Ampere in. As if it was just something normal, no different to them than drinking milk or breathing air or sleeping at night. That misappropriation of the mundane, that's what broke the storm.

It began with listening to their small, tiny voices relive the tale. She first noticed it in the way Tae puffed herself up, infuriating pride. She caught it too in her daughter's stress of heroics, that the eggs were saved - then in Grusha's response that it wasn't forced (oh god's how she knew), improper righteousness. It was there too in the justification that trouble just somehow managed to find them, just like it found them so far from home, insufferable blame.

It didn't stop there though, even if that would have been enough. Already Ampere's feathers were lifting back to their edges. Already electricity was popping into life back at her sides. Already her lips were pursed on a thin line of rage. Yet the tale continued, this time with rhetoric, with instructor of how to feel, with a pointed finger level at her.
Fucking impossible gall.

Gaucho's own disruption beside her caused a ripple of momentary calm, her electric sparks hovering together rather than growing, her lead stare shifting imperceptibly towards him, her body wavering in the magnetism of his presence and the way it moved. Yet his wrath, so rarely, truly seen by the blue mare despite the flames he coveted, did not burn the way she had hoped. He agonized over the herd, but she writhed for their children. Gaucho was not wrong, but she was not going to let that be the simple end.

"Do. Not. EVER." she punctuated each word with a lingering, cold stare, its fervor framed by the wild and mismatched markings of her face. The wind cast her mane to coast in dark waves against her nape, a rising tide that accentuated the storm of her voice. "Leave the Throat unsupervised again," she hissed, low and subtle, a disguised threat of violence.

Cruelly she worked her electric hands towards her daughters, finding the song of their inner currents easily enough. She aimed to snuff out their magic for the time being, and on a separate pulse, their bond too. This wasn't something Ampere could manage for long, but they needn't know that, and she was sure that they didn't know that, because these were but children not even a season old, and they needed a grand reminder of just how small and stupid they still were. Ampere was reminded of this nearly daily, why shouldn't they be?

"OR ELSE I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU!" she thundered, pulling taut the grip on their magics and their bond so that it would run silent; dead and cold and so helplessly lost to them. Let them feel terror for a moment, it seemed they needed a lesson in its humility. "YOU ARE CHILDREN" she roared, her feathers and hairs rippling with the magnetic pulse of the sparks that hummed in blue life around her. "OUR CHILDREN - SO BEHAVE AS SUCH! Only foolish warriors run into battle untrained. Only idiots ignore their commands. How could you be so reckless with your lives, as if they mean nothing! YOU COULD HAVE DIED!" she growled, the anger taking her steps towards them, teeth clicking towards their heads.