05-30-2018, 12:17 AM
"Longclaw," Ajatar says, momentarily breaking through the thick fog of her mothers' mind control. Harmonia did not anticipate that - she expected the girl to be friendless. She was too trusting, too willing, too easily hurt by those in Beqanna. Harmonia knew it was a dog eat dog world, and Harmonia was a bear. She tightened her grip enough for Ajatar's familiarity to wane just enough, for her next words to be as monotone as they should have been. Harmonia frowns, letting a bit of Ajatar go so she doesn't sound like just a zombie. "It is good to see you again," she says. Harmonia tries to dig into her memory to place this stallion but she cannot hold the girl at the same time. She files this away for later.
"My proposition is this," Harmonia says, twisting her daughter enough to elicit the response she wants. Initially Ajatar only could summon her ability - her disease - when in fear for her life. Lately, though, Harmonia worked through her mind control to force the girl to do it at the drop of a hat. She was slowly teaching the girl control, teaching her to mold the disease between her hands and release it in bouts. She's also learned how to manipulate it. The trait control is a learning experience for Harmonia, who often cried out in glee as she watched the illness spread at her command. Ajatar, who hated to use the gift, was powerless to stop her.
Twist.
Harmonia digs and prods and they watch as the illness leaks from the girl. It's invisible, odorless, tasteless...but all around Ajatar the flowers and grass begin to wilt and die. They fall, weakened by the unseen disease. Those who look closely can see a boil appear under a scale on Ajatar's front leg, causing the scale to pop off. The girl doesn't flinch. The disease spreads until it nearly reaches her mother, where it carves a perfect path around her and stops just short of Warrick. Both Harmonia and Ajatar exhale from the effort - Harmonia from controlling her daughter through her power, Ajatar from using it - and Harmonia turns her eyes to Warrick. Maddened, bright with power and drunk on it, Harmonia smiles.
"This is our proposition."
Is it a threat?
A peace offer?
Harmonia
kids sure like the devil these days and i’m the devil with a black dress on