[I don't really expect a reply and won't be posting back here most likely ^^ Just wrapping things up for Ampere IC.]

The pegasus girl drifted on the winds of the desert, little different from the rest of the lands without the sun to guide their warmth day in and out. The scenery was nice though, and vaguely familiar. She'd been here once before, seasons past, and it was that trip that had inadvertently brought her back here.

The very pool she'd washed in gleamed in the moonlight below. She chanced a blue glance at it between outstretched hooves, but the chilly weather did not goad her into skinny dipping tonight. It brought back fonder memories of warmer days since past and company better kept than that of her lone self. The very stallion she'd been on the hunt for since the black spy proposed she visit the lands.
Gaucho
Her mind breathed it like a sigh and her thighs echoed the sentiments. It made her painfully aware that she was in season and more likely to melt under the gaze of a stud than usual, but there was no denying Gaucho had looks to him that could turn you to butter regardless of estrous cycles. She laughed to think of him now, the simpleton, a turn on really the more she considered it, as they had drifted in the water's arms. She couldn't seem to recall now why she wouldn't let him catch her.

A shake of her head cleared the thoughts, the wind pressing her back into reality as the currents shifted abruptly and caused sharp turning on her wings. The feathers rustled in complaint and the muscles strained as she drove through the invisible barriers, climbing higher to avoid further turbulence once she was settled.
It hadn't been long that she'd been visiting the Throat - though she truly had lost all sense of time with the absent sun. However long it had been though, gave Ampere a sinking feeling, as if her heart were drifting into her gut. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of him, though she supposed asking someone might have been helpful she didn't want to impose further than she was. If he was here, she'd find him, she just wanted it to be soon. Something about the idea of borders, and that gleaming line of steel they were building here, it made her feel restrained.

If it wasn't soon she'd leave. She'd have to, before she forgot she could.

Faint movement from her right made Ampere's head turn, a stupidly wistful thought that it was the flying bay or some other equally handsome stag approaching, was soon dashed with the recognition of what truly rose on the horizon.
War.

The line that came was large and imposing, a noteable movement of bodies to be sure. It spurred the mare's curiosity and she shot forward, eager to slake her thirst for foolishness. With each wing beat she drew closer and with it the scene unfolded further.
The line of bodies melting into another. Armies clashing.
The stirring of dust. Hooves shifting.
The outcries of rage. War Drums.
The thud of meat striking meat. Battle's Symphony.
The curtain of red - the emblem we all wear.

Getting as close as she dared was still too close for Ampere. Fear clutched at her breast and she rose quickly and even faster, she was gone. It was not her war one way or another and she found plenty of other ways to risk her life and earn scars than by fighting over land and ranks and metal walls.