03-23-2017, 06:13 AM
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It would not take much to pry a rift between the palomino mare and her small, scaled child. Harmonia did much of that prying herself.
And Ajatar is surrounded by all these big names, these big shots, drinking in the promise of her power, of her abilities. It takes only a few words from Romek and even less from Pollock for her to think of a future -a great, big future. Without her mother. Without her nonsense.
She hangs on his every word as he describes his powers. She can feel them coursing through herself, through her limbs, through her eyes. It makes her scaled legs shiver with intention. She is moving closer, hanging on the words, eyes wide and imploring. He mistakes her, she thinks, as he is quick to remind her he can control it. He has masterful control, even, whereas Ajatar has none.
"I am not afraid," she says - but she means of him. She is afraid of many things, as foals are. But then he says the one thing that strikes her the most...the thought that she is stronger. Her power less contained. That she is...well...
"Compared to me?" she squeaks, shaking her head. "No, you and mother, you're far stronger. What can I do, really?"
And Ajatar is surrounded by all these big names, these big shots, drinking in the promise of her power, of her abilities. It takes only a few words from Romek and even less from Pollock for her to think of a future -a great, big future. Without her mother. Without her nonsense.
She hangs on his every word as he describes his powers. She can feel them coursing through herself, through her limbs, through her eyes. It makes her scaled legs shiver with intention. She is moving closer, hanging on the words, eyes wide and imploring. He mistakes her, she thinks, as he is quick to remind her he can control it. He has masterful control, even, whereas Ajatar has none.
"I am not afraid," she says - but she means of him. She is afraid of many things, as foals are. But then he says the one thing that strikes her the most...the thought that she is stronger. Her power less contained. That she is...well...
"Compared to me?" she squeaks, shaking her head. "No, you and mother, you're far stronger. What can I do, really?"
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