Reshi
Outwardly, she is nothing special. There is no uniqueness about her that sets her apart from anyone that gathers now. Even inside Nerine, she is not unique by any means. Her entire family lives here and it is riddled with magic. Manipulation of the light runs rabid in her bloodlines and so she is no more special than the next. It saddens her some that she is not as skilled in her magic as some of her other family is. Practicing took a lot of work and often it was tedious. The only part she had ever been good at was creating twinkling lights that danced about the blackish-blue hue of her pelt.
When instructed, she gathers around. Shyly, she looks to the strange faces of Ischian visitors. There were many more gentleman than ladies -which made sense considering they were a Brotherhood- that have come for a tournament of skills. She couldn't slide under her grandmothers radar this time. Family requirement you could call it. So she steps forwards and with a downward gaze she hears her grandmother speak to her. Outlining her topic and what her position was to be.
She finds the answer to be simple actually. With more confidence, she looks up to those watching and gives her take on the idealization of separation by mythics. "I believe the required segregation of mythical and non-mythical equids would allow an imbalance of power throughout Beqanna. Thus causing the destruction we have already experienced. How is a regular horse to defend itself against someone who wields powers of the earth, water or fire? They could not call upon a better matched member of their herd to defend them, as they would not have magic either. The scale would tip greatly into the favor of the mythics and then there would be an inequality of strength. Causing the non-mythics to give into the more dominant kingdoms out of fear." Her position is strong and her words do not falter. Leaving those listening to draw up their own opinions be it for or against hers.
Without the Dark, We'd Never See the Stars
