06-22-2017, 09:31 AM
A brighter future.
"How many will be blind, with this bright new future?" she asks, drawing out the last few words intentionally. She punctuates each with a flick of her tail, a toss of her head, anything to accent her intention. Of course he lacks magic, he would have contributed to this conversation more than some mewling thoughts if he'd a horse in the race. Instead he watches her with those impassive red eyes (she is reminded of her only useful son, Covet, with his orange eyes) and waits.
"I hope a whole lot of them," she adds, a way to signal her agreement. Yes, she'd take part in whatever triumphant return this horse hoped to bring. What glory would he seek! What trails would he blaze! She laughs at this internally, missing her previous mask of a simpleton, it'd be easier to giggle her way through life and pick apart his brain.
She could, she supposes, dig through the useless marrow on his head and find out his plan.
A true magician that's been around as long as Harmonia has long since grown bored of these things. She'd rather wait until Christmas to open her present.
Harmonia
kids sure like the devil these days and i’m the devil with a black dress on