Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
Fennick, for all his attempts to turn the tide of events in his favor, was beginning to feel like everyone was in on a joke that he had just missed. Or, more accurately, that the joke was about him. Being around Gallows had a way of making that happen. He narrowed his eyes at the mare, as if that would cause her secrets to just spill out of her head and all over the grass.
“Oh no. I didn’t mean that you were so very old.” Fennick, being all of six years, was at the age where you knew you didn’t know everything (unlike teenagers) but you were old enough to think the things you didn’t know were out of date. Immortality unnerved him slightly. Damian was the same way. He always got the impression he was talking to someone his own age until their eyes took on an ageless, yet ancient quality that harkened back to a time when dinosaurs ruled the earth.
“Well, I’m sure she’ll take after her mother.” Fennick said, a little coyly. He’d never met Gallows’ son (though the guy seemed to hang around an awful lot), but if he was a handful Fennick had a few ideas where that had come from. Growing up with Gallows, in the Valley, it was almost certain that the little filly would be a unique character.
Still, if Fennick didn’t know better, he would have a sworn that the girls were having a moment without him. He looked between Hestia and Gallows with a perplexed expression. Fennick had gotten the hang of talking in general. He could say well timed things and those things were only occasionally stupid. Talking to women was a whole different category of awkward. Sure enough, Gallows continued and again, he didn’t know what she was talking about. Still, he did know one thing.
“Hestia, her name is Hestia.” Fennick nodded smartly, as if he had done something clever. Still, Hestia was certainly better then “new girl.” If he couldn’t actively participate in their banter at least he could referee it. It was a valuable service, even if it wasn’t particularly wanted.