A fragile smile found its way upon Ampere's maw as the Transcended stepped forward to rebuke Nephele with an eloquent speech. She found herself nodding along with Sohalia's remarks, not for the first time impressed by the mare's surefootedness when dealing with others. Given everything they had gone through together, surely there was nothing Sohalia couldn't overcome.

That was why she put her stock in the pale mare. Though, true enough, she thought the Golden Prince would do a fine job leading too, his own words breaking across the group just a reminder of the dozens of other inspiring and heartfelt reminders he had delivered to this herd over the years. He was an expert crafter, who better to build the herd then?

Yet Ampere was content to stand and listen, her heart beating, but not blazing as it used to, not rousing her voice to shout and demand for the heat that burned unrelenting inside of her; it had grown cold since the fires went out around here.

So her ears flicked as Tae and Volterra spoke, her blue gaze sliding across each with a certain appraisal. Admittedly she was not opposed to the idea of combat to reach a decision, but quietly she wanted to reserve that fighting for denouncing the Sultana, not appointing the second. Why raise another horse up alongside a ghost?

Speak of the devil, Ampere thought curtly as the ragged mare, nearly matching herself in wear, appeared to trounce on Nephele. Was it guilt, or a lack of confidence that drove the sand-kissed queen to strike so ruthlessly at her own? It was if she was intimidated by Nephele's action, and rightfully so. Maybe Nephele herself wasn't the choice candidate, but the dark mare had a point in gathering them for this, and at the very least Ampere commended her bravery to do so.

Sikeax had some sense though, after all she must have for all the years she saved lives (except for a very important one...). Ampere wondered why that intelligence didn't show itself more often, then again Sikeax herself needed to show herself more often, stupid or smart.
That the Sultana was willing to consider Sohalia to lead alongside her, that she would hear the voice of the herd, swept Ampere by surprise. Gingerly her eyes widened, glancing at the rest of the gathered with an itching curiosity. Ignoring Hector's mindless calls for the God's input (he put them in this position int he first place), Ampere instead focused on Tae's 'vote' fro Sohalia and a stranger's poll for Volterra.

Unable to help herself Ampere glanced towards the Gladiator, wondering how he'd receive the nomination. Truthfully she had no ill will towards the brute. She thought he was a capable fighter and saw him a good deal more than most, but his priorities did seem questionable, and his hesitation to grip the reins, however much they bit him back for doing so, dissuaded her faith in him long term. A good fighter alone does not a good Gladiator make.

Then Ampere was posed with her choice, swayed by Sohalia's continued grace, but also the Sunspear's vouch for Cera. Both would make find leads she was sure, but in the end there was one horse she felt could truly lift them out of this fucked up hole.

"Sohalia," Ampere said simply, her vote cast.