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03-29-2017, 01:17 AM
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A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun Ampere had steeled herself for rebuke. She had stiffened for outrage. She had tensed for rebellion. Afterall, she had failed them once before hadn't she? Or were none of them around then to even remember; gods was she truly that old now? No, she thinks, recognizing some of her brothers and sisters in the sand as being stalwart, here since she could remember. Yet she can't help but notice too, how many of them are strangers to her, fresh faces in a crowd that isn't quite so crowded. She wondered, in mild shock, if she'd really been 'asleep' for so long as to be blind to such a steady erosion. Like the edges of their landscape crumbling into the sea, so it felt like the empire of old had burned out and now its ashes scattered. Fire give new, Kygo gently reminded her, his beady eyes watching the plethora of foals slipping among the adults, their half-grown tails all a-waggle. Not for the first time Ampere wondered how many of them bore Gaucho's blood; not out of jealousy, not any more, but rather to see pieces of him surviving, thriving. She smiled faintly. Sunjata's voice drew her attention back to the gathering at hand, surprisingly pleasant and lacking in critcism. As the blue of her eyes swung back towards him, she just caught the swollen frame of Vitani waddling away, and Ampere gave her a knowing look. As Ampere's lips moved to answer, young Saoirse boldly spoke up, and then Syrena, Farah, Astarot, Ilios, even little Melita. With each voice joining in, Ampere's grin broadened, and the edge of her gaze softened until it threatened to tear. Here was the desert herd, beating with a fervor like never before, alive with a fire stoked even after all the turmoil. The outpouring of love and commitment for the herd was overwhelming, and Ampere felt humbled beneath its wash, subjected merely to a bowed head in response to them. The moment was broken by a peculiar fellow - a short, careless sort of horse weaving between Volterra's legs. Ampere's head gave a jolt at the sight, the whites of her eyes showing uncertainty as she regarded the Instead Ampere's ears turned towards Maren, always a happy sight, though she brought troubling news indeed. Ampere's lips tightened into that line that meant she wasn't happy, but her feathers remained quiet and her tail was still as she chewed on the advice while Najya gave her own. When it seemed everyone had spoken their piece, Ampere lifted her head to respond. "Thank you, all of you, for the heart you've so clearly poured into this herd. The Sun's light shines on all of us, and his fire clearly burns in each of us. With grit and determination, we will thrive once more." She nods towards them all again, her lop-sided grin worn on her lightning-marked side. "If you're ranked, I encourage you to get together with your fellows after this meeting to get to know each other and discuss ideas. We'll be appointing heads to the ranks once clear candidates have made themselves known." "For those that offered your aid in traveling to the other herds, I thank you. Your support and your earnest is immeasurable. We must provide a strong front for our neighbors, but not appear hostile with our numbers either, so it would be best for only some of the ranked to accompany us. For those that spoke up, we'll be in touch with you before departure. Crafters and healers, if you've any items to trade, please bring them with you." Ampere's gaze drifted towards Saoirse and Melita, giving them a wink. Grateful as she was for their enthusiasm, such a trip was not fit for babes. Besides, they had to guard the home. "For the rest of you, foals included, we've plenty of recruiting needs to keep us all more than busy. Just remember not to travel alone." "Warriors, Informants- heed Maren's warning of Toulouse and learn his description well. He's caused us no harm yet, but we should be proactive about our defenses. See what else we might learn of him and his motives, he may be an agent of Kaos." "Crafters, please see that everyone in need of a key receives one- the ranked and the flightless. We should also convene after to address Maren's concerns for our borderlands, a project which may require her and the Sun's assistance." Ampere wasn't sure how helpful the Sun could be with Kaos leering around them somewhere, but at least a plan would be good to have, because she'd noticed the wear as well. Ampere looked to Volterra for any input before releasing the herd to tackle all their assignments. They had work to do, all of them, and she was eager to set to it. |
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