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the Mother of Companions A new shout and a shadow from above draws Ampere's eye away from the pair of horses, ears flicking back as she spies her shaky son descending in the air above them. She's about to call out to him, perhaps some advice, or a cheer, or maybe even admonishment for his reckless abandon at approaching strangers on the Wilds side - but she doesn't get a chance as he clips her, forcing her head down in a duck while he continues to sail overhead and crashes to a halt. He seems no worse for the wear, but Ampere snorts unhappily, shaking her head against the faint throb it was developing. "Iskra!" her voice is a sharp crack, cutting across to the lopsided boy. "Mind yourself, we've a guest," she admonishes, her hard stare lingering for a moment after her voice before her attention returns to the jagged edges of the strange stallion. He doesn't seem the type to have much of a humor, but neither does he seem offended by the pure chaos dancing all around them. It's all Ampere can do not to roll her eyes. Thankfully the stallion gets down to business, but Ampere's features are pulled into a tighter thread of confusion as he does so. "Sabia?" she echoes, the name unfamiliar on her tongue, though the face surely wasn't. Not a friend by any means, but a herdmate by the looks of it - Ampere hardly knows everyone, she never did even when she was more involved with the politics, but especially as of late she's hardly known herself. Grief had held her and dragged her down into isolation for nearly a year, a hole from which she was just starting to climb out of. The younger boy chirps in, earning a wan smile as he greets her kindly. It fades quickly as the colt explains the situation in more detail however, and at once Ampere's feathers lift with a creeping anxiety. Lost on patrol!? It's a familiar incident to her, having experienced several times now when dear herdmates never return, but the threat is even more real now with Kaos looming in the Wilds, its power as of yet untold but certainly unmatched. "How long ago?" Ampere asks sharply, concern over a member of her herd bringing an edge to her that is fierce with protective nature. "I had a blade that could find anyone you asked of it," she murmured under her breath, faintly audible. "Mmm, but I gave it to my daughter Grusha... she hasn't been social since her father's passing..." Ampere's merely thinking aloud, trying to discern the best plan for action and the best way to ensure Sabia's survival and safe return. "We can gather a party," Ampere says louder, firmer. |
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