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09-22-2013, 09:19 PM
The bird comes to her as she sails; a jay, blue and white in color, matching the feather in her mane. It flirts in the wind of her wings for a time, largely unnoticed by the troubled pegasus who's weighted heart made it difficult for her to stay aloft. The jay would not suffer through such easy dismissal however, not by it's nature and certainly not when it had a mission to fulfill. Soon enough the jay was cutting across Ampere's path, harrying her mane with tiny talons, and prodding her hide with a seed-murdering beak.
The attention was at first endearing, Ampere had a soft spot in her heart for jays and their antics, but the affection quickly passed into heated annoyance. Ampere pulled out all her tricks, but her size was too great to beat the agility of the pesky jay. She attempted gentle blows to deter the oddly motivated bird, but her heart wasn't in it, not wanting to truly hurt the jay, and its athletics once more outmatched her. Setting her teeth to a grind Ampere tried to simply out fly the bird, yet it latched onto her, its perseverance eventually driving her into confused submission. It relented only when she flew a certain direction and in seeking respite, she did as she was bade, apparently.
The annoyance at being cowed by a bird had her continually trying to avert direction, but true to its kind the jay was equally clever and mischievous.
After a while she couldn't remember why she ever liked jays - at least in the moment she couldn't admit to admiring the blue devil.
After a time the tree and its water's edge appeared, a group of dark shapes unfolding below. Ampere was leery of dealing with more horses, still licking her wounds from the last group interaction she had with that odd doe and the unfortunate child encased in an egg (undoubtedly a slave by now), yet the bird persisted and weariness encouraged her to drop altitude for respite.
Black wings fringed in blue buffeted the wind into momentary cooperation as Ampere dropped into the tree with a great swooping rush. Her body tilted back, wings cupping the air, her tail angling down to catch the drag and slow her momentum and descent. Tentatively her hind feet reached out for a sturdy branch, testing a few that proved too sway-worthy - likely inducing a spring shower of leaves to any standing below. Finally though one proved strong enough, and on that bow Ampere alighted, her hooves precariously balancing along with the line of her neck as she stretched it out to peer down at the gathering below. She regarded them with a defensive expression, the red, raw flesh from the tar's burns evident on her legs. The large and scabbed hole of blood and meat in her neck from the unicorn's horn was less noticeable, surrounded by the vibrancy of her marking that ran on her left side and the messy lay of her mane. She was hurting, both in body and mind, and that's exactly why the bird brought her here.
Her blue gaze flicked over each of them in turn, but it settled longest and hardest on the mare whom's heels the fox clung to.
Companion she seethed, her teeth clenching so tight a visible line worked up her jaw, hopefully shadowed in this endless night and her dark hide - but there was no hiding her eyes that jabbed out of the dark like headlights, and they held all her loathing for Lena. Still, Ampere minded herself as much as she was able. Injury by injury she was learning to pick her battles, and that doing so meant you couldn't pick one every time you met someone.
Pity.
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