To say the palomino was pissed at the fairies would be an understatement.
Finding that stupid wretch in the forest and speaking to her, unloading her burden - for what? For her squirming child to be restored to its abilities (whatever they were Harmonia was not interested in them. Foolish, stupid thing) while she waddled around, grossly pregnant and grossly without her magic. That's all she wanted all this time - restore her magic. Return to being something and not this abysmal nothing of boring normality. Ever since meeting the fairy her child was doing summersaults in her swollen abdomen, chirping away with glee.
Harmonia soon realized her lack of power was because that THING in her took it.
But she still had the gift of spreading joy, something she did not relish. At first a magician with the ability to grant traits seemed quite remarkable. She could bully and maim and go back to the way she liked the world - unfairly in her favor.
Now?
Nothing.
So she pouts about the meadow, a frown on her small face perpetually.
@[Ea]