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09-17-2016, 05:12 PM
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A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun Ampere's turned to set her gaze upon the strange mare that came, her pelt pale and reminiscent of ice, with it's blue hues and well... because ti was snowing, in the fucking desert, but just around the stranger. Ampere didn't recall if she'd ever met her before, perhaps in passing at a god battle, where all the names and faces of everyone fighting blurred together, but the name Icebound came to mind all the same, her reputation proceeding her. She seemed sensible and full of good intentions. Ampere's attention shifted then to the familiar tiger mare as she approached. Ampere nodded her head and murmured a greeting to the Diviner, and wasn't the least bit surprised when the pious mare bristled a bit at her suggestion of sharing the temple. She couldn't blame Maren really, she'd been working hard on that building for seasons now and it was first and foremost a holy place. Perhaps Ampere's more lenient sense of faith granted her ignorance, for she couldn't imagine how often the church would be in use, so her suggestion only made sense to her. The other mares were quick to reassure that the temple would stay holy and cherished, but Ampere was doubtful they would be able to share the space without conflicts, not if there was already concerns. Isopia's presence was not surprising to Ampere, and she flashed the raven girl a friendly smile. At least, Ampere considered them friends, but Isopia didn't so much as glance at her. Ampere's smile faltered, confused, but she turned her ear to hear what the Mountain had to say all the same. Busy, Kygo offered as an explanation, thinking perhaps Isopia was too involved on the topic at hand to be bothered with friendship today. She was a stoic mare any day of the season, but still, doubt nestled in Ampere's chest. Perhaps she ought to make time later to talk to her. With her family still upset at her departure, Ampere needed her friends, or whatever relative term she could call them by, as much as possible. Doing her best not to wallow back into her self-pity, Ampere tried to focus back on Sohalia as the dove spoke. Admittedly, Ampere was astonished that Sohalia counted fighting among her three top tiers of learning. Had the Transcended become a warrior without her knowing, or did the mare just see the value in it, when so many other scholars did not? If so, then what of the other ranks that all herds, not matter their customs, seemed to value? "I built an arena for the herd a while back," Ampere interjected. "It's a perfect training ground for fighting, and with some modifications, could work for magic testing as well." "However, shouldn't the learning of fighting be left to the warriors of the herd? Just as crafting, healing, and stealthing are handled by each rank? I think the value of this academy is in what isn't usually taught, such as the land's history and magic as you said." A pause, "and it's companions." Of course Ampere was never against teaching someone how to fight, but its inclusion was still interesting to Ampere, especially coming from Sohalia. |
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