She follows her son at a distance. He doesn't see her, but she is there, watching over his increasing independence.
She has grown accustomed to the grief now, the eternal pain that sloshes inside of her like the cold spray of the high tide. She is not
better by any means, but she is coping as best she can, numbing it with the drum of battle and the sting of alcohol whenever it becomes too much to bear.
He has helped her, the little colt that was their last. When at first she could not bear to look at him for the similarities, could not stand to love him for the ache in her heart, she has now grown to cherish him for the final reminder that he is. Not always... sometimes she
can't still, but more and more, his persistence and his patience unyielding, she is able to be a mother to him, however fragmented that is.
So though Ampere herself continues to have no interest in Kisamoa's summons and needs, not as she once would have, she follows because he goes. As they arrive, her features scan the crowd, and she spies
@Tae whom she goes to greet. The girl has been hard to find as of late, and her sister more so. The fragile part of Ampere that is alive enough to notice much less care worries for them. Ampere exhales a warm breath at her daughter's shoulder, muzzle extending out to touch briefly in a show of support and comfort, always.
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