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[OPEN] Don't let me down [swp clearing/bone collecting]

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
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#1
AMPERE
the Mother of Companions


As Kisamoa dispensed his needs and horses began to disperse, Ampere drifted along with them, lost in thought and aimless with purpose. She had little desire in actually helping the 'god', but not for any lack of trust or intentional rebellion. Ampere had a whole host of worries to spend her energy on; grief was her main expenditure and demanded her focus, leaving the rest to wither. The soul-shaking loss of Gaucho had gradually subsided into a mundane ache, like arthritis that settled into old bones, but that only seemed to make it worse for her. She didn't want his absence to just be normal, because that was one more step towards forgetting him, of losing what little scraps remained of him. It wouldn't be long until she forgot his touch, misplaced his scent, misremembered his voice and let the edges of his appearance fade. With every season his memory would fade into something more distant, left with nothing more than a mindless golem wandering the sands and his countless children that shared part of him, but only part.

Yet there was nothing to do be done, because such is life - such is death.

The injustice of it rattled her like so many other battles she wishes to fight but had no enemy to face. Helplessly she screamed at the beach she had inadvertently wandered to, and her roar was as meaningless to the sea as everything else that stood in its way. Even the shore, eventually, was going to erode under the hungry waves. Furiously Ampere splashed into the tide, her hooves stomping and kicking at the waves, while around her sparks danced to life. They jumbled together as an electric lion, leaping from rubble to driftwood, the energy snarling the decay of the beach into pieces as Ampere similarly broke apart.
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Sunjata Posts: 69
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#2
SUNJATA


The crowd dispersed toward the locations of which to follow the task at hand, and while Sunjata didn’t really want to help, he had nothing better to do anyway. So he stepped casually behind the group, trailing a few as the line toward the beach grew thinner and thinner, until finally he was a bit of a distance away from a vaguely familiar pegasus. His ivory head lifted a bit in curiosity as she began screaming like a banshee – his ears flattening against his skull as his thick legs continued to pull him closer toward her. But she wasn’t done with just screaming at the roaring ocean. No, she stepped further into the waves, water splashing among her. His head tilted with confusion, but he stayed silent. His legs stopping him a good distance away from the water.

But then, he saw the sparking and the crackling around her, flying into the sky and down into the water. Suddenly, as if he couldn’t imagine what else would happen, a creature was born from the sparks, rampaging through the beach in what appeared to Sunjata as a murder spree. He pulled his head back tightly to his chest, wings folding tighter against his navy body, afraid of the lion heading in his direction. Though, against his better judgement, he began to approach her once again.

Hey!” He called out, his words thickly accented as he tried to catch her attention. “Aren’t we supposed to be cleaning and not destroying?” He asked her, partially annoyed as his ears flickered against his skull. Then, as if wondering if she was truly in distress he shook his head with a sigh. “I mean, at least we could try to be less destructive? Unless that’s how you think we can find the bones, in which case just avoid me and I’m all for it.” He tried to joke, but something about this moment screamed in his mind with so much seriousness that it was almost painful.

God se hulp my.” The words were more for himself, but he didn’t bother speaking it only to himself. His oceanic gaze slipped from the lightning woman toward the sand at his feet as he began to paw at it in search of something.

"Talk."


God se hulp my - god’s help me.


I’m no savior.
I’m no saint.



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Yael Posts: 186
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#3

yael

She is not running away from an odd situation, Yael tells herself, she simply knows when there are too many together and she is the odd one out. Maybe it’s temperament, maybe it’s just the fact that they all seem to know each other - but after Yael gathers the bones from the large group and takes them back to Kisamoa, she opts not to return to the group, but to seek others instead. It is cowardly. There is nothing driving her from the group except for her own insecurities about being ‘the new girl,’ which is ridiculous, because at a technical forty years old, there’s nothing girlish about her.

Aloft on warming thermals, she catches the sound of a scream - a roar? - down below, and worried that whomever is the source might be in danger (nevermind that Yael probably couldn’t do anything if there was real danger - see her reaction to being attacked for reference), she dives down to where the earth meets the sea. As she draws closer, she spies a black and blue pegasus thrashing around in the waves, sparks taking corporeal shape and dancing eclectically around her. Well shit. That isn’t good. With a grumble and gnashing of teeth, Yael swoops even closer to the distressed woman. A white and navy pegasus catches her eyes, and she silently hopes he is also there to help.

“Ahr you crazee?!” the gilded woman yells over the sound of sloshing water and crackling sparks, when she is well within hearing distance, “You vill electrocute everyt’ing een ze vater!” Pretty irresponsible, given the sea life, and others trying to the complete the task, if you asked Yael. Which you know, no one did, but the mother in her is coming out hard and fast at the moment. Full frontal Ima. She hovers as best she can over the woman and the sea, just in case something goes wretchedly wrong. And of course, the stallion is of no help, making jokes upon jokes, that hit her more as flat and insensitive than helpful.

Ugh. Men.  

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Tae Posts: 133
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#4
tae

i'm like the end of a hitchcock movie; a little dark and a lot deceiving 
Tae had followed like the ghostly mare she was, silently slipping into Ampere's hoofprints and slinking after her. Although it was usually on Grusha who brought such relief to the mandible-mares wounded soul, having her Mother near, today at least, lessened her grief. Perhaps it was because she knew someone was suffering in the same way that she was, and that somehow was a comfort.

There was not a day that passed that Tae did not think of her Father, especially now that she had fully grown into the bones that the had helped weave for her.

Following Ampere towards the ocean, the pale-eyed mare watched with awe and appreciation as her Mother released some of her own harboured emotions. Unlike the stallion and mare, Tae offered no criticisms of her Mother's actions. Instead, she stood tall, masked face raised into the salty breeze, a smile upon her black lips. At her side, both Mal and Hel whined uneasily, feeling the tension that was growing inside of their bonded and not liking the way that chaos seemed to reign in her mind. Tae ignored them.

"She'll be fine." Tae mumbled tersely towards Yael, casting a side-long glance towards the mare before striding towards Ampere. She had meant to say she knows what she is doing, but ... that didn't seem entirely true. Did Ampere know what she was doing? Tae had smelled the alcohol on her before, seen the exhaustion as it lingered on her muscular body. None of them knew what they were doing, Tae had reasoned, but she did know that they would all be fine.

"You know what to do." Tae said to the two large black canines at her side. Finding bones was a skillset that the trio had honed particularly well in their years together. "Go."

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Ru Posts: 130
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice
Mar
#5

The wild child attempts to suppress what stirs underneath her skin. Permeates from her soul, like a vile and wicked thing. It would have been more bearable to take it on in waves, but it bleeds out at an unpredictable rate – this feeling that she has no name for. She is witness to the unraveling that threatens to peel back her pitiful handiwork. The carelessness of a child who has wrapped her soul in thin sheets of scrap paper, attempting to make sense of what the world had meant to her back then. Somehow, she’d forgotten to fortify its thin walls. And when her mind had failed to grasp the effects of its weakness, it was already too late to stop its edges from peeling back.

At least her body remains intact, between the short and shallow gasps of the youth’s breaths. Steadily however, in the sky, she is losing what precious oxygen her body truly needs. The small amounts she consumes are simply not enough. The effects are immediate, Ru begins to loose strength in her wings and the world is no longer stationed on a permanent horizon.

The Dunskin mare makes a hasty, clumsy landing a bit off from the four other equids on the beach. Sand splashes against her lazy hooves, digging pointedly to purchase anything solid to make the world a little less wobbly. A slight wheezing accompanies her breathing, her hooded eyes make out the other pegasi – specters in the distance.

There is the sound of voices; the spitting of Ampere’s sparks submerged in her howling screams. Does it end there? She isn’t sure, isn’t certain why the stranger is yelling, or why there is the scent of dogs haphazardly drifting against the air.

The smell of the Throat repulses the girl, but she has little choice in the matter. For now her legs shudder only a little, breath calming as she stares into the silvery sand. Sweat covers the girl as tiny, unnoticeable beams of light dance about her. They flicker briefly, fractions of a second before they no longer twinkle in the high sun. She is finally catching breath with a steady rhythm. She can hold herself together for a while longer.

Lifting her head, she embraces the world with a slight squint. She cannot recognize the other three, but Sunjata has strangely made his place among them. Thoughtlessly she coos out to his familiar face, a squeak really – before the girl mills about looking for bones.

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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
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#6
AMPERE
the Mother of Companions


She almost doesn't hear them above the deafening wail of grief, its echoes folding in on each other, reverberating with an eternity of loss. It moves like its own pulse in that way, a steady rhythm of disturbance that hums in her vicinity, hung like a cruel halo above this angel of darkness.

Ampere does hear them though, amid the noise of destruction and defeat. A small, yet unyielding array of shouts that burst through like a glimmer of sanity. She pauses, statuesque amid the spray of the waves which threaten to topple her, eventually. Around her the static begins to fade, as if it were the madness drawing away from her with visible shape, only able exist in her moments of lonely upheaval. It doesn't - it can exist on a breath of a whim - but it's nice to think it's the monster crawling back under your bed at day break, a threat only in the dark hours when you sit alone and afraid and weak. If only she could pretend it would all just vanish with a sizzle and an acrid odor, but what do you do when the night won't abate and the bed is is your soul, where in its depths the horrors linger and wait?

A sight spins steadily from her nares as she turns.

It's all blue as her eyes wash over the painted stallion, full of the ocean and its relentlessness, rimmed with the raw energy of electricity, but sharpened to a focused edge with cool steel. Her stare holds the man, if for a moment, before it slips on to the golden mother, softening faintly for the recognition of such a title. Yet her attention fully comes to rest upon the girl and her wolves, for whom she affords a paltry smile.

Ampere shakes herself off nonchalantly and steps from the lip of the water. The sea breeze casts her mane in wild abandon across her neck, and the sand clings eagerly to the damp edges of her legs, lending her freckles.
"Then how do you all plan on cleaning up?" she asks cooly, feigning intent for her prior display, as if she'd only come her to bend her back and do the cretin's bidding. Black lashes sweep softly across her gaze as she turns it back upon Sunjata and Yael, features cocked in expectation. "By hoof?" she asks with the barest hint of disbelief, the tone punctuated by a sweep of her wings as they slip from her sides and reach out, suggesting they look at the expanse of the wreckage the coast harbored.

"Surely you've got more to do in your day than play with twigs and bones," she muses with a touch of humor, her own magic at work once more as this time she guides the electricity to work in quieter methods, shifting and altering around the dried wood so that she could move it without direct contact; seemingly effortless. Nearby branches sway under her guidance as she pulls and tugs them into place, crafting a pile that she fully intends on charging into later.

She spies the other pegasus addition to the group, but the feathered girl sets about to manual labor instead of proving interesting.
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Sunjata Posts: 69
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#7
SUNJATA


There he stood like an idiot, watching this electric pegasus begin to electrocute the water surrounding her. Soon enough, a gilded pegasus appeared as well, screaming over to the mare. Sunjata refrained from rolling his eyes at the reaction – surely the blue mare in the water knew what would happen with electricity and water. If not, perhaps she didn’t deserve the magic she had. So instead, Sunjata stayed quiet, stepping a bit back from the growing entourage that Ampere was beginning to grow. That was when he noticed the masked woman from the meeting in the Throat that challenged Volterra. His blue gaze narrowed slightly on her and her two canine companions.

Then, she began to approach Ampere in the water and Sunjata continued to remain silent in watching. His attention turned to Yael briefly, navy rimmed ears flicking to her momentarily as his wings tightened against his back. “I doubt I could do anything, to be honest.” He admitted in a rough accented tone, wondering if she’d understand that he wasn’t willing to risk getting electrocuted to save a few fish in the sea, though not particularly caring if she did end up understanding or not.

Soon enough, Ampere moved toward the group and Sunjata’s ears perked to her, listening as she asked them what they would do. A snort slipped past Sunjata’s dark nostrils. “I mean, I don’t have magic so. Hooves and wings will have to do.” He noted sharply, eyes watching the blue mare briefly as she made another comment and began to use her magic in a more controlled manner. Then, as if something drew him to glance over (perhaps the coo that Ru had aimed in his direction), he noticed her. Shaking his head slightly from the group, he meandered a small amount away toward the young woman he met previously at the giving tree event.

Did you ever get anything from the tree?” He questioned to her, spreading his tri-toned wings out and sweeping them across the ground aiming to unearth anything to help Ru in her search.

"Talk."


I’m no savior.
I’m no saint.



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Yael Posts: 186
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#8

yael

Ok, look. Yael has never met Ampere, and all her interactions with electricity tell her that it can be conducted - like through water - and so why would this electricity be any different? Not only is is a logical assumption, she finds herself rather confused that no one else comes to the same conclusion. Electricity and water don’t play well together. But ah, who is she to question magic, or the control thereof? They’re just mere mortals, here to do the cretin’s bidding. By hoof, or wing, or pure willpower if need be.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Yael descends to the shore to join the others. Ampere’s cool tone is not insulting, but her words annoy her nonetheless. Just a little bit. Her retort is a bit salty “Ve aren’t all blessed vit mageec, so xoof and veeng for me as vell.” But her gaze travels down the expanse of beach, and even now, other groups are showing up to clear little pockets of their own. With a gesture of her wing, she responds, mimicking the blue mare. “A leettle xard vork never xurt anyvone.” Not them, and not us, she seems to mean.

And with that, she pointedly ignores the last query, for the truth is that no, Yael has nothing better to do. She has no position, no responsibilities to speak of in the Edge. There is nothing insider her but a lessening grief that needs to be occupied; less fresh than Ampere’s, but no less epic in the enormity of their love for one another. As the petite gold pegasus turns her back to search the sand reeds for bits of bone, she shouts behind her, voicing a concern that had needled at her since the moment Keesamoa asked it of them. “Vhat do you t’ink he vants ze bones for? Burial? To raise a skeleton army?” She pauses briefly, and then with a light chuckle, adds, “Vhat eef ve accidentally breeng him non-xorse bones?”

She masks the question in humor, seeming to pay attention simply to the task at hand - what she’s trying to get at is - do they trust the water-being? They, who have been here longer than she? He is not a god. So… what is he?  

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Tae Posts: 133
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#9
tae

i'm like the end of a hitchcock movie; a little dark and a lot deceiving 
As the stallion and mare seemed to wave around their lack of abilities as if it was some banner under which they could proudly stand, Tae rolled her eyes. Fucking get to it, she wanted to bark, but held her tongue. For once, Tae wasn't particularly looking for a fight. Perhaps it was because Ampere was so near, or because Grusha wasn't, but Tae held herself uncharacteristically at bay, and turned her pale eyes from the magic-less-martyrs, currently discussing what Kisamoa's end game was.

"What does it matter." She hissed under her breath, more to herself and the waves, than to anyone else. As Mal and Hel dug for bones, Tae - whose magic was almost like a ghostly-facsimile of Ampere's - reached out, gathering and collecting things which would have been difficult to do otherwise.

Running towards the same bone, Tae's two wolves suddenly exploded into a black mass of teeth and claws. Their barks and growls bounced off of the sand and the waves, as the two canines struggled towards dominance over the other. Tae, confident in her place as alpha, let them sort it out themselves. Unsurprisingly it was Hel who proved the victor. He was far larger, and a mythical creature to boot. Mal, though older, didn't really stand a chance. Triumphantly, Hel grabbed the bone and trotted towards the pile they had accumulated, and drop it down.

"Have you been to the lands we're supposedly healing?" Tae asked @Ampere, as her wanderings and mild attempts at clearing brought her nearer to her mother's side. 

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#10
Being away from Tae was hard. It was the hardest thing that Grusha had ever had to do in her short life, but there had been a clear-cut purpose behind it. They had discussed it and had decided on what had needed to be done and so, Grusha had left and Tae had stayed. 

All sense of time seemed to cease existing altogether once she'd gotten on the trail of the illusive monster that had threatened them when they were foals and had, most recently, taken the life of their eldest sibling. Grusha scarcely cared for anyone aside from Tae, but Rhoa had been family and being family his death had to be avenged. The beast would pay for what it had taken -- a life for a life. All Grusha had to do was track the thing down and then she could send for Tae and, together, they would annihilate it.

Only it was a slippery bastard and had been able to shake her from its trail on several occasions.

There came a point when Grusha was tired of tracking the beast and longed for her sister. She'd spent far too long away from her and, even with Nashoba, it was hard to deny the emptiness that she felt without her twin at her side. So she removed the blade that her mother had given her from its place among her feathers and spoke one word. "Tae." That was all it took for the blade to point her in the right direction.

When she finally found her sister she was at the beach along with their mother and several others that she didn't know, but they hardly mattered at all. Upon setting her eyes on Tae her body began to thrum with excitement and magic. Each step she took, every inch closer she moved the anticipation built, her heart beat a little faster, and her magic made her flesh appear as if it were melding away. By the time she finally reached Tae there was nothing left of her but a skeleton. She lipped at Tae's mane while Nashoba darted across the sand to join his brothers as they searched for bones.

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Ru Posts: 130
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Mar
#11

Ru picks up pieces of what Ampere retorts. Making the girl pause in her initial pursuit for bones. The magic that pulls and causes the trees to shudder catches her eyes, but the last of the mare’s remarks makes the girl grunt in amusement. They have all decided to come and play in the rot and sand. The blue mare, in an initial summary, is a mix up of conundrums, of opposites that coil underneath her dark and electrifying flesh.

It is with a careless shrug – to herself - that the girl regards the rest of the beach. Their powers would prove useful – if they worked together. But even that thought fails to stand on its own.  Perhaps Ru might ask for the leverage later on. If they would be willing.

The dunskin mare sends her gaze back to Sunjata, as he makes his way over. His voice interjecting between them, as the others go about their work – or talking. She simply shakes her head in response, shrugging her wings as if to say - I’m not sure why? Though the initial disappointment no longer bothers her. She makes a quick tilt to her head, and hums – gesturing her wing towards him in return. He might take that a number of ways – but she’d let him figure it out on his own for the time being.

With an appreciative coo, she searches the disturbed sand for any bones. Chirping when she spots white edges poking out from the ground. She approaches their forms, digging up what she can, before grabbing a hold of them with her mouth and teeth. For the most part she can’t taste anything, other than the salt – seaweed perhaps. Wrenching them free and tossing them to the ground in a pile – only a few unearthed, bleached and grayed.

She isn’t quite sure how they’ll transport the bones. Perhaps they’ll get there when they’re ready. Nodding, the mare looks to the stallion with a half smile, and employs his technique by spreading out her wings, and sweeping them down on the sands further ahead.

Yael’s voice carries over, her laugh is somehow infectious – and lends Ru an amused grin.

‘-… To raise a skeleton army?’

“-Ah!” Yes!

Her voice breaks out just as the golden hued mare mentions it. A light chuckle, cracked and disjointed breaks open. Of course it was an army! She wanted to say, teasingly. In any case, they would not know until it was too late. And perhaps there was enough of them, that they’d all figure something out.

With an apathetic shrug to Yeal’s lingering question, she doubts that Kisamoa cares for any particular bone. They are all dead things, after all. They will all have to wait and see – as mind numbingly stupid as that was.

The sight of Grusha gives pause to the girl. Hesitating, as she saw the skeletal structure materialize beside one of the other Throat mares. Raising a quizzical brow, with a childish squeak of awe.

The hell is that?

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Sunjata Posts: 69
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#12
SUNJATA


He seemed to not pay much attention to the rest of everything going on. While the other Throat women spoke among one another, and the gilded pegasus he hadn’t seen before now spoke as well, his attention remained on the one that didn’t speak. He began to wonder if she could speak, and chose not to – or if she simply couldn’t. How interesting things would be if you simply couldn’t talk at all. And suddenly he began to feel some sympathy toward the filly, an emotion the man hadn’t really felt before. But then, she hummed to him and extended his wing toward him with a make-shift shrug and all Sunjata could do was offer a sympathetic smile in return.

Maybe you’ll get something great next time?” He offered in an attempt to make it better for her, while the light glinted off of the gift the turtle creature had bestowed upon him. And as the others talked and the two of them continued to gather and place things into a pile, his ears immediately flickered to Ru as she spoke. It was surprising to him, to hear her speak. And somehow it was oddly calming as well knowing that she could and just didn’t. Oh, how the tables seemed to turn in different directions. “A skeleton army? That sounds fun.” He jests with an entertained chuckle. Then, his attention turned where Ru’s gaze had, a brow lifting as well wondering what was happening to the woman. “This place is full of surprises, isn’t it?” He chuckled while pawing at the earth and pulling out a bone or two and adding it to the pile.

"Talk."


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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
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#13
AMPERE
the Mother of Companions


Ampere's lips set together with a thin line and purposeful rigidity as both of the horses which had screamed for her to stop, confess that they have no better ideas than mere physical labor. It's a look of disapproval that has wound its way upon her face, one her two girls would be well familiar with, though they're not the ones suffering under it this time. There's a pause to Ampere's work as the lets this full realization sink in. She cocks her head as if to speak, the words right there on the tip of her tongue, shadowed in the edges of her hardened eyes that drift between Sunjata and Yael. Something catches her though, and she shakes her head, and with it the words all jumble together and fall out as little more than a scoff.

They came down frantic for her to stop, for what? Did they, knowing nothing about her and all her years with her abilities, all her sea side romps and electric storms of outrage, did they truly think she was going to electrocute the fucking water?Just because she stood in it did not mean her lightning lion, which had been merrily destroying rubble on the shore, had to waltz into the brine.

Could it have?
Surely.
In all fairness, Ampere hasn't been the most stable lately, and attempts at removing her own life have occurred before, but in all the ways they fail to understand the good in her, they also fail to understand the bad. The state of her sanity must be unknown to them, so she can only assume that they're idiots. They must be, she muses, if their reaction to someone wielding magic of whom and which they know nothing about is to yell at them.

That's what she wanted to say, or something between those lines and "fuck you", because moderation is key. She doesn't though, because in the end, what's the worth? She has been fighting battles uphill for so long, that she's just tired of it now. It's been too long without a real victory, and it's too damn dismal without her sun, so Ampere doesn't... she just doesn't.

She continues her work alongside the strangers, her fresh herd mate, and her daughter(soon to be plural). As Tae nears, Grusha draws alongside her, and Ampere offers a low whuffle of greeting to them both, something akin to a spark returning to her eyes. "Good to see you again, little bones," she greets Grusha, whom had been absent since Gaucho's passing. At least, more absent than she and Tae - just being away from Tae is a key that something is wrong. She doesn't pry though, because grief is a strange beast.

"I have," Ampere instead chooses to respond to Tae's question. "I received my five crying knives between this land and it, and I knew it before it died, before the darkness." She frowns at the mention of it, either remembering the bad days, or trying to recall what the place looked like before. She had been a wildling then, but even before it's death she didn't recall the land being too appealing, even with its proximity to this shore, one of her favorite lands to visit.

"I'm not sure it should be revived," she admits with a soft sigh as she rests from the work for a moment. "It's a good reminder." It serves like a grave marker, and those are important.
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