03-20-2017, 03:42 PM
Ah, the Queen herself.
Harmonia allows a flicker of one ear to point toward the crowd that starts to disperse amongst the murmuring mares. She doesn't need magic to hone in on their discomfort, their distrust. If she'd less of a poker face she would have smiled. She trains one ear on the queen and another ear on the small group as one mare claims to stay behind in the event they try something. Harmonia knows they are referring to herself, another thought that brings its own sense of humor. If they knew what the innocent looking foal at her side could do they'd think Harmonia little more than a fly on the wall.
She turns full attention then Djinni and offers a loaded roll of her shoulders in response. "Oh, I'm not here to probe into your military workings - I have a personal curiosity in how each kingdom has recovered from what those things that call themselves our guardians did to our home." She didn't care about the loss of the kingdoms, she cared more about the years she went without her magic. Naked, useless, she hated the memory. "Pangea is a hodgepodge of the big bads from other kingdoms, mostly the Valley it seems. What about Sylva? It sounds as though you've adopted a similar kingdom style to our previous home."
Behind her Ajatar steps to the side, grazing, one ear on the conversation, one eye on the retreating foal she wished so desperately to play with.
Harmonia
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