Nothing had happened. It was disappointing, and that disappointment was painted garishly across the piglet's little face; not only did their big dark eyes shine with a glossy layer of fresh tears, but their little ears slicked back across their head, their shoulders drew together and their whole body - that pathetically small body with its lovely little stripes - began to quake.

Lithos grit their teeth as they fought against the onslaught of sobs, clutching them in a constricting throat as they tried to stop themselves from emoting. Children often felt oversimplified but intense reactions to things; everything was new, so of course everything was too much to handle. Grape-sized beads of salty tears bubbled up and rain unhindered over his little cheeks. He felt the dampness on the underside of his chin - and the sogginess of mucus dripping from his flat little nose.

He collapsed rear-end-first upon the dirt in that moment, and let out a shrieking wail.

He wanted to see the pretty colors that had drawn him here. He wanted to be able to channel that energy and summon the rainbows, but all that Lithos got was the overwhelming feeling of pressure in his head and then nothing.

The newborn's wails continued even as both of the adults tried to assuage his pain, and soon enough he is not screeching and howling in defeat, but the tears are still beading up and falling from his eyes. He snorts a few piggish inhalations and swallows the wad of phlegm at the back of his throat.

The wolf sounded pretty convinced that he was magic-free. The leggy pink thing was trying so hard to calm the tumult of his storming sobs, and their soothing voice was a little bit more effective, however Lithos was convinced he had done something wrong. That he needed to try harder.

He sucks in a shuddering breath and shakes his head, recoiling from the reaching twig-arm offered by Fairy. He snaps at it defensively, his teeth clicking, but regrets that action too - crowing with words this time while a fresh wail punctuates between the words: "Buh -- I wanna be magic too, I wanna make pretty lights an' -- an' you said I jus' wishy, buh the wis-- snfff -- the wishy!! I did the wishy and -- it hurt!"

The explanation was messy. Whether the adults could parse the meaning from his sobbing or not, Lithos fell to crying quietly where he sat and gradually the tumult subsided - but he was glowering at the both of them as if he'd been struck; they had lied to him!

The tears slowly came to an end but he was left huffing and puffing, his heart hammering in his little chest. It felt like his skin was crawling with ants. The wolf tried to speak to him and there were too many words for the child's worked-up state to handle; but then Fairy tried to calm him down, and he shook his head to her explanation of maybe it didn't work; it had worked, he had felt something! It had hurt! They made him to that on purpose!

"What do you mean, it hurt?" she asked. "What happened?"

The piglet snorts and stamps at the ground, gouging it with his tiny cloven toes. "Iunno it just -- hurted. Like... Like I couldn't breathe, but only in my head, and it pounded!" He snorts again, this time affixing his gaze upon the giant bug and glowering at them; but he tries to focus his energy again, his one good eye filled with a sense of betrayal while the other - his stone - fluoresced green with the effort.

The pressure built and -- this time, there wasn't a sense of pain; this time the glow rose in his eye and then fizzled out pathetically, and Lithos' scowl deepend.