Lauchlan

[Harmonia]

Harmonia misreads the situation. Without her magic she is fumbling in the dark, but she knows where an opening is and knows how to take it. She doesn't do this for the others, she does it for herself. Collecting those useless fairy tokens to regain her magic, to bargain with those putrid flying things. They promised her magic to return but instead Ajatar took in while still in the womb, her pestilence born with her to usher in her new kind of savagery. The girl doesn't know it, she doesn't know what vile hatred runs in her blood, but she will soon.
She'll learn.

Harmonia thinks this is her golden opportunity - the last trait to restore. After this she is free of this burden and can go to those stupid cow fairies and demand her magic back. She ran their errands, she completed their tasks, now it's her turn. She knows only the traits of greatness, of magic and power. She doesn't know of those other traits that bump in the night, the ones most horses would rather forget they have. A wonderful, wonderous thing to be so privileged, isn't it Harmonia?

By now Ajatar has slunk to the side and watches her mother carefully. She knows her mother is not without a price.

"What did they take from you?" she presses, taking a step toward him, eyes wide. "I can give it back."
A promise.
A threat.