Winter is coming - any

[Harmonia]

It's been three weeks since she lost Surgery.
She doesn't care - not really. He was (like all her children) a temporary whimsy. Perhaps she'll love this one. She had such high hopes for them, especially after Covet. But Covet had to be dropped in the adoption den and then bartered from kingdom to kingdom before he rose to anything more than a stuttering fool. Harmonia loved him only then, as a king and a leader. She came from the shadows with her promises, putting the seeds of war into his ear. Ah, such sweet memories of her long dead son. Rotting on the beach with those whores he loved. If rolling her eyes made her look more annoyed than fearful she would.

Surgery's scent left the wasteland and kept on on on to god knows where. Harmonia didn't care. Without her magic to manipulate him to her whim she was rather bored by him. He was aging now (they're better when kept as perpetual children for decades) and without her ability to magically lure children to her whim well.
Well.

The wasteland would do, though. Until she got her magic back, somehow.

She is annoyed mostly by the world. She's long since dropped her impassive idiot act. It only suited her when she was magical, when she had something to defend herself. Now that she is useless (nothing is more useless than a 14hh and some change mare without an ounce of muscle on her body, lithe as a dancer and less coordinated) she fears appearing weak. Instead, she is Napoleon, guns blazing and eyes hot.

"Don't stare too long, you'll ruin your eyesight," she tells the ice beast in front of her. Without her magic she is clumsy, no doubt he sees and smells her coming.

HARMONIA

the pied piper