She doesn't remember him. At least, not from any times they've met outside of his appointment as the Throat's Gladiator. Perhaps if his colors had been more striking she would have remembered seeing him among the god wars, or with her daughter, or with the mother that had been imprisoned upon their red dirt, She might have, but he didn't, and she didn't, so she was content enough to say, "Hello," with little emotion, for better or worse.

@Volterra 's conversation grates against her gentle spiral she's descended into as she stares at the children, Aithniel's children, yet it's equally a nice distraction that disturbs her thoughts like a stone skipped across a lake. Her head inclines faintly towards him, blue gaze watching him with a reserved interest. She might even have flirted with him on another occasion, before everything went to hell and her along with it. She takes his name but doesn't offer her own - he should know it, she already knew his, after all he does oversee her, not that she's really seen him doing that. Then he poses an interesting question, maintaining her interest.

"There's something I've learned since being a mother," she murmurs gently in response to him. "Trust," she starts, "but verify," she finishes, a bit coy. "He's done nothing yet to suggest we shouldn't trust him, but I'm going to show up every time I see him to verify that." She's glanced back at the water god now, but makes an off hand comment for the stallion at her side, perhaps revealing her less aggressive feelings towards him and his position than some others in the herd. "You should do the same you know, Gladiator. Trust your herd, your warriors, but verify with us." If he felt they didn't have faith in him, then he'd do better to face that head on and tackle it than dance around the issue and hope they'd come around. The desert favored the strong, as much in might as in heart. He had the might, now did he have the heart to earn their respect, to demand it?

Her attention is parted then as a different stallion approaches, but this one is wholly a stranger to her, not just in memory. She glances at his imposing frame, built for war and reminiscent of someone else. Her heart aches.
She glances away, trying to push the thoughts away roughly. He is nothing like him, of course, but she is desperate to see the man she loves everywhere. "If you call staring a stranger and swimming excitement, then certainly." her voice drawls out in response, clearly entertained by Kisamoa. She glances back at @Graasvoel , chancing the ghost of the fire being in him for the sake of curiosity. Does he find that shit exciting? He must have nothing to do.

Ampere's focus on the stallion breaks as she catches a pale shape approaching. Ampere is about to call out to her, to greet her friend, @Sohalia, but she halts as she notices the rattled appearance of the usually utterly composed dove. For a moment Ampere was confused, alarmed even, because she knew it took a lot to shake the Transcended's composure. Yet if the mare's hard stare was any clue, then Ampere could take a guess as she glanced over the the lilac god that sat in those pained sights. Firmly Ampere made a move to stand closer to Sohalia, her wing extending to slide over the mare's back if permitted, to remind her that she did not stand alone in this tortured existence, no matter the source.

Blue gaze skipped then to @Maren and the odd sight of the tiger upon her back as they neared. Ampere's look was plainly confused, but she nodded a greeting to the wise Diviner. Not shortly behind her was the the dark Guardian, @Nephele , who joined their growing family group. "No," Ampere murmured, perhaps answering both aspects of Nephele's speech.