show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Ajatar

[Ajatar]

ajatar

devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest;
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.

Ajatar flinches at the sudden maternal touch, something she was not familiar with. Harmonia's touches were all rancid, poison, with hints of malice underlying her gestures. There was nothing friendly about the way Harmonia treated Ajatar, that much is obvious in the way she nearly sinks into the ground to avoid Heartfire's touch. But the way the mare moves - slow, assured, her voice liquid - and Ajatar finds herself relaxing into the feeling.

Is this was it's like to be cared for? She wouldn't know, shouldn't know.
And even this touch is poison - but she doesn't know this.

She relaxes and lets the mare caress her with her soft touch, cooing the words into her ears that Ajatar did not truly think of before. She is confused - her brow knits, her mouth screws up a bit, she is unsure how to process this line of thought. "Who else would be to blame?" she asks, taking a step back ,her wide eyes regarding the mare with curiosity. "I wasn't strong enough to stop it, it's my gift...my curse," she corrects.