good at goodbyes
The tournament had begun and Mosrael took her place among the other island dwellers. The balded mare dolls out the assignments and Mosrael listens with growing interest. The assignment was one that she related to strongly, having been raised alongside siblings gifted with various magical talents. It was only recently that she'd won her own water immunity. Compared to others, however, her's was minuscule.
The mare Reshi steps forward, shyly glancing around. Her roaned appearance was unfamiliar to the appaloosa, but she listened to her arguement. There was much to be attributed to what she was saying, but Mosrael knew that she could not relate to a life of normalcy.
Once it became her turn to pose her arguement she strayed from her father's side, sparing no tedious side glances. Straight faced and stoic she cleared her throat, "I'm afraid that I must disagree," she began. "Having known the sting of being born magicless, I know the disappointment well. The segregation of magical beings to those born without such gifts would help prevent a number of misfortunes from occurring. Foals are not always able control their magical abilities, putting those incapable of performing such tasks powerless to protect themselves. This practice would help protect the magicless by ensuring that those who might seek to use their powers against them, are kept carefully away."
Pleased by her answer, Mosrael melted back into her spot within the crowd of Ischains.
