06-28-2017, 12:39 AM
She does what any good magician does - she manipulates.
Playing with the mind is less interesting for her than for other horses, but she'll play ball from time to time. Now it serves their purpose - secrecy in an open field where any horse wandering might catch wind of their name. In the days of bastard, mutated magic supersonic hearing wasn't entirely unthinkable. Harmonia also knew she wasn't the biggest magician in the bunch, let alone the only one.
So, she peels into his mind.
He'll see the land she's imaging in his head, blown up in real life. He'll look side to side and see others bowing to him, the king, the leader. This is not a fallacy, Harmonia has never wanted fame or leadership. Being a king, a queen, a whatever is less interesting to her than being a weapon. It's all she ever wanted. She bends perception to show him his new land with his loyal followers, with his power, with a crown resting on his head and raising him higher and higher above the land.
The name of the land whispers across her lips and into his mind.
When the Forest returns to focus it's just Harmonia's wicked, cheshire grin.
"That one."
Harmonia
kids sure like the devil these days and i’m the devil with a black dress on