[private] the future's so bright it's burning

[Beldam]

The changes caused by the springtime sprinkle of magic continue to go unnoticed by Beldam - subtly changing her black eyes to ones of obsidian, altering their shine from life to the flat, emotionless dullness of minerals. Obsidian lines the daggers that form at the end of her tail too, but she pays so little attention to that appendage, even if it is flexible enough to reach around so she could look at it. She is still more foal than monster, at least in her own eyes. The spikes along her back are still rounded and less intimidating than they will be in a year or two and there is more of her soft coat showing in places that will once be covered in thick, kretationous armor. The young girl is beginning to understand that she is other - at least in the eyes of her peers. Not many of the other horses she has seen eat the way she was taught by her mother. She hasn’t quite made up her mind yet on whether she should be ashamed of her nature or not and it is with those thoughts fumbling through her head that she stumbles across another filly drinking water (this, at least, she has determined that she shares with all living creatures - which is a relief). Beldam is momentarily transfixed by the play of light and rainbows and when the jewel-decorated filly lifts her head she attempts her best smile. It no longer lights up her eyes the way it once had, thanks to that tricky little gift, but she still thinks it does - still thinks it is so easy to see that she means no harm. “Hi there! I like your rainbows. Can you do that all the time?”

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