She'd arrived here once more, her nose still buried in her dagger as she searched for the missing cloak. It's continued disappearance was a rising frustration within Ampere, one she was quickly bracing against her teeth, ready to turn it out against anyone she deemed worthy of it. She had one in particular to blame, but she was never around enough for Ampere to set a bite into.
So instead the Mother of Companions wasted her energy on searching, only drawing up short when she came across peculiarities like this gathering. A god certainly drew attention, and Ampere's blade flashed as she sheathed it and glanced up at the Moon and the rest whom had assembled. Colored glass covered a beach Ampere knew well; had the new water (god, is that what he was?) being done this, and if so, to what end?
Ampere didn't have the ability to ask however, as her focus was stolen by Matheo and Tyrath who both claimed to be Aithniel's progeny. Shocked, Ampere's feathers flared partially against her wings, and her stance widened as if for balance. "Aithniel has kids?!" she demanded of Kygo. The green parrot, perched in a nearby tree, chirruped unhelpfully. "Could" he offered with a mental shrug, unconcerned with this. Lots of horses had kids after all. It's not like Aitniel was her's, right? It's not like she was a fucking grandma now, right?
"Right," Kygo agreed, and then just for kicks, "Left!"
She didn't know for sure, but she'd had a lingering, gnawing idea that Aithniel was her kid. Some pieces didn't add up, but others fit snugly. So, with that same unknowing, yet relentless itch, Ampere watched the two colts that might be her's.
Then of course there was Mesec, but she was trying to deal with one internal crisis at a time.
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