09-02-2016, 01:27 PM
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The feeling of magic leaving her body felt like acid being poured on her skin, down her throat, infecting all of her organs. It was like someone physically stole pieces of her, chopping the small mare into bite sized objects that went through a shredder one by one.
It outpaced birth - but her magic cloaked that from her.
It outpaced age - but her magic kept her ageless.
Her magic was a buffer between her and the rest of the world. Where it was sharp she could soften it, where it was bright she could dim it. She'd spent her entire life in a world that didn't truly exist.
Surgery stands to her side, still a foal - but for how much longer? He is traitless, as useless as her other children, but he once served a purpose. Now? He is dead weight. Garbage. Nothing. She tries to shoo him away but the last 6 years as a perpetual child makes him helpless in this world. He just comes back, somehow smelling or feeling her presence and following her to the edges of Beqanna.
She wants to die in the sun - she can die now. She can be killed. She can be hurt and maimed and is helpless and alone.
Surgery has always been helpless, so the change isn't palpable to him. It's another day, though his mind feels clearer. It's as though a fog lifted from behind his brown eyes and the day is clear and kind.
Harmonia lays down to die.
It outpaced birth - but her magic cloaked that from her.
It outpaced age - but her magic kept her ageless.
Her magic was a buffer between her and the rest of the world. Where it was sharp she could soften it, where it was bright she could dim it. She'd spent her entire life in a world that didn't truly exist.
Surgery stands to her side, still a foal - but for how much longer? He is traitless, as useless as her other children, but he once served a purpose. Now? He is dead weight. Garbage. Nothing. She tries to shoo him away but the last 6 years as a perpetual child makes him helpless in this world. He just comes back, somehow smelling or feeling her presence and following her to the edges of Beqanna.
She wants to die in the sun - she can die now. She can be killed. She can be hurt and maimed and is helpless and alone.
Surgery has always been helpless, so the change isn't palpable to him. It's another day, though his mind feels clearer. It's as though a fog lifted from behind his brown eyes and the day is clear and kind.
Harmonia lays down to die.
harmonia. surgery.
when the pied piper calls, you come
when the pied piper calls, you come