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the Mother of Companions Ampere's gaze doesn't detract from the line of Basiners, but her ear does flick towards Volterra as he too shields and upholds Pippigrin's honor. The edge of Ampere's mouth twists with a hint of a smile, proud as always of their complementary roles and leadership styles. The changes in Rikyn are noticeable, but she doesn't mistake them for a victory. There's a newfound hardness to the taller way the Lord stands, and it seems to create a sharper edge. If that was his leadership style on relaxed, humorous terms, how might he prove himself to be when he was taut and scorned? He doesn't seem to lose his banter at least, and as his remark calls out to them, Ampere can't help but crack a smile. Even if she doesn't fully understand the word, it's meaning can be gathered with the context. "Why wouldn't we be?" she responds, her tension easing now that she feels they've both shown off their dicks, so to speak. It's undoubtedly for the best however when Tiamat arrives in a bundle of glee and courteous charm. She calls Volterra out by name (something Ampere is becoming less and less surprised about - does he know everyone in Helovia?) and greets her and Pippigrin, to which Ampere nods in welcoming and confirmation of her query. The seriousness soon returns as Rikyn continues to speak, but this time it's in a manner that Ampere can appreciate, because it's about the very fears that are held close to her chest. There is truth to what Rikyn has to say, but mothers and fathers weren't the only ones of old Helovia that made it so cruel - and there was certainly still cruelty to be found in this era if one were to look, just perhaps no one knew its name(s) yet. "What of the ones who would torture the Sun's daughter. Are they forbidden as well?" Ampere called out, in between talk of herbs and cloth, her gaze hard but her body still easy as she shifted her weight with the conversation. "What do you plan to make with this new Helovia? Herbs and cloth are small, what are your goals for the herd now that it's got two new crowns?" She not being unkind, or at least she hoped not. Rikyn's offering of trade was certainly proof to back his words, but trade was easy enough to discuss, Ampere wanted to know the larger ideals of the herd, and she was just as willing to talk. She quieted however as Rikyn beckoned to his General, eager to know whatever news they had on Kaos. The steely unicorn spoke up, a rather politically correct way of saying play nice leaders, to which Ampere had to offer a grin. She'd play nice, but sometimes that meant kicking the bully in the gut first. "Our patrol encountered a similar event with the leaking alter and lush ground. There were also black clovers that sprouted. We watched for illness, but the individuals seem hale." Ampere chose not to divulge that it was a filly out on her own (with another horse from a different herd, by chance) that had encountered this. A patrol sounded much more, professional. "The news of the bear however is troubling - how do you know it was the work of Kaos?" The alter was obvious, but the bear less so, especially given the Steppe was not one of the areas Ampere would have expected to be affected. |
[Leaving trade stuff for @Volterra to talk about so my post isn't gigantic. We'd like to set up routine trade of herbs and crafted items, and encourage friendly spars as well as stealths wherein if successful we don't actually steal anything from one another.]
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Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
