anyone;

[Harmonia]

"Welcome to paradise, Nayl," says the palomino waif, no longer disgustingly pregnant and endlessly angry. She seems actually light today, a complete 180 from her normal dark, annoyed demeanor. Well - not normal, but the new normal. When the fairies stole her magic she was forced to act like a normal upstanding citizen and socialize. She couldn't hide behind vapidly wide eyes and her magic, she had to be fierce to prevent being prey. It worked only for a bit - she still got pregnant and carried that horrific thing through all 11 months. The thought of it made her actually ill.

But now the baby is born and in an uncharacteristic display of affection the foal is still at Harmonia's side, not dropped in the adoption den with artificial orange eyes and a horrific stutter. Well, that happened to one of her failures. The rest faded into obscurity.

Ajatar stood near her mother, curiously peering at the king and his great horns. Since her birth a few months ago she was very sheltered. Mother had no (outward) traits, she met her grandfather but he just had wings. Pollock looked like a whole new beast, not quite horse, not quite demigod. She stared openly, aware how plain her scaled skin looked in comparison.

If only they knew what Ajatar was capable of.

"Harmonia," she greets at long last, not bothering to introduce the foal that peers between her legs.

HARMONIA

the pied piper