02-27-2017, 07:59 PM
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Harmonia.
She is loathe to call the woman her mother. At first her affections were of all children toward their mother. Admiration, recognition that she needed the palomino to live. At first she loved her (she supposed). She came when she called, she spoke only when spoken to, and she let the mare push and prod her to elicit certain reactions. After Harmonia realized what she was and what she could do...well. The girl was a tool.
No longer, though.
Rodrik speaks of control, of manipulation, of using others. This draws Ajatar's curiosity in a way it's never been drawn before. It never occurred to her to be like her mother. Could she use her, the way she uses everyone else? Ajatar had no knowledge of her mothers deep, dark history and how she had played horse after horse like a fiddle. She'd kidnapped children, she'd removed vocal cords, she'd brought kingdoms and heavens crashing down. She abandoned her children time and time again after they proved to be weak and useless. Ajatar knew, deep down, that her mother was bad.
But could she be bad too?
She is torn.
"Use others? Then, wouldn't I be just as awful as they are?" It's true childlike wonder, true naivety - the same that told her that Harmonia loved her, and that the great beast before her meant her no harm.
She is loathe to call the woman her mother. At first her affections were of all children toward their mother. Admiration, recognition that she needed the palomino to live. At first she loved her (she supposed). She came when she called, she spoke only when spoken to, and she let the mare push and prod her to elicit certain reactions. After Harmonia realized what she was and what she could do...well. The girl was a tool.
No longer, though.
Rodrik speaks of control, of manipulation, of using others. This draws Ajatar's curiosity in a way it's never been drawn before. It never occurred to her to be like her mother. Could she use her, the way she uses everyone else? Ajatar had no knowledge of her mothers deep, dark history and how she had played horse after horse like a fiddle. She'd kidnapped children, she'd removed vocal cords, she'd brought kingdoms and heavens crashing down. She abandoned her children time and time again after they proved to be weak and useless. Ajatar knew, deep down, that her mother was bad.
But could she be bad too?
She is torn.
"Use others? Then, wouldn't I be just as awful as they are?" It's true childlike wonder, true naivety - the same that told her that Harmonia loved her, and that the great beast before her meant her no harm.
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