09-06-2016, 02:22 PM
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Harmonia is one of those who cared.
Deeply.
About the change of the magic.
She was born with her magic. She let it cloak her, hide her cunning and her wit. She used it like a shield, a way to guard herself from the realities of the world. She'd never age, not in these few centuries. She had control over herself, entirely. And - her most favorite part - she could cause trouble. She'd done it plenty of times - flooding or drowning kingdoms out of spite, trading gifts for favors, bewitching children and stealing them. She was no stranger to this.
Surgery clung to her side through this debacle, unsure what to make of it all. His mother's magic (he did not know this) kept him perpetually a foal, even though he was born years ago. All spindly limbs, a mouth that didn't quite work, a vapid expression on his face. Now that her magic was gone he felt...clear. His mouth didn't feel sealed shut and heavy. His bones, which ached to grow, felt longer and longer each day. He was taller than his mother already, her short stature not entirely a feat.
He wanders from her - something he physically couldn't do before - and finds the stallion. "H...hi." It is air, it is a gasp, it's barely a whisper in his unsued throat. Harmonia hears it with a acuity of any mother and snaps her head around ,eyes blazing. In less than three seconds she's cleared the distance and ushered the foal away from him. Her actions are quick, reckless...she's vascilating between keeping her typical dumb demeanor or letting that wicked tongue fly.
Instead she is silent, helplessly trying to herd off a child much larger than her, who is too intent on walking toward the stallion to care.
Deeply.
About the change of the magic.
She was born with her magic. She let it cloak her, hide her cunning and her wit. She used it like a shield, a way to guard herself from the realities of the world. She'd never age, not in these few centuries. She had control over herself, entirely. And - her most favorite part - she could cause trouble. She'd done it plenty of times - flooding or drowning kingdoms out of spite, trading gifts for favors, bewitching children and stealing them. She was no stranger to this.
Surgery clung to her side through this debacle, unsure what to make of it all. His mother's magic (he did not know this) kept him perpetually a foal, even though he was born years ago. All spindly limbs, a mouth that didn't quite work, a vapid expression on his face. Now that her magic was gone he felt...clear. His mouth didn't feel sealed shut and heavy. His bones, which ached to grow, felt longer and longer each day. He was taller than his mother already, her short stature not entirely a feat.
He wanders from her - something he physically couldn't do before - and finds the stallion. "H...hi." It is air, it is a gasp, it's barely a whisper in his unsued throat. Harmonia hears it with a acuity of any mother and snaps her head around ,eyes blazing. In less than three seconds she's cleared the distance and ushered the foal away from him. Her actions are quick, reckless...she's vascilating between keeping her typical dumb demeanor or letting that wicked tongue fly.
Instead she is silent, helplessly trying to herd off a child much larger than her, who is too intent on walking toward the stallion to care.
harmonia. surgery.
when the pied piper calls, you come
when the pied piper calls, you come