something about miasma always makes me feel kinda sad. true the other queens are ragged in many ways, but their faces are still beautiful, albeit to certain tastes. miasma's natural disfiguration robs her of even that.
yet I can imagine when it is not another being, not a pony or a changeling misbehaving, when it is just her and her reflection.......... have a feeling more than one mirror was shattered. and no in the comedic, you so ugly it broked, but more in a scream of frustration and a bloodied and cut hoof afterwards.
huh, really? i kinda got that vibe with it. her obsession with the higher class, drowning her stench with perfumes and incense, imitating the behaviors of nobles. she revels in her apperance when it gives her an advantage. but what about when she is alone or with her hive? the times and moments where there is no one to intimidate or scare and all left to view her monstrous face is herself? something that will forever remind her that she is a monster, and will forever be a monster, no matter how hard she tries?
miasma to me jsut oozes this sense of insecurity, and the potential of depth to come from it is considerable.