Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
Fennick was used to feeling like he came into a conversation immediately after the punchline of a joke. He wasn’t the guy who was constantly saying, “wait, what?” but only because he long ago learned to live with the feeling.
Such is life.
Still, he tilted his head in confusion. Hestia didn’t seem old. She didn’t seem any older than himself. He looked back and forth between the mares. Had she already met Gallows? His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Wait. You two have met?” Poor Fennick. Always surround by immortality, never understanding how everyone seemed so ancient and wise and still seemed as young and lithe as himself. It didn’t seem particularity fair. The yearning of the young was wisdom, and the plight of the old was age. You couldn’t have both. The black stallion snorted. If everyone was immortal did that make him a child? He looked at Gallows little girl.
At least he was older than her.
Still, Fennick was determined not to be regulated to the kiddy table. He did this by curbing another childish remark to Gallows. He just smiled a little wider. He was coming to enjoy it when her tone got very dry and her voice very flat.
He was snapped out of his inner turmoil by Hestia’s question. It took him by surprise. He’d never even considered children. He’d never considered that any girl would hold still long enough for those children to be created.
“I don’t. If my personality doesn’t scare the girls off they usually start running when I turn to stone.” He grinned lopsidedly. Those were fun times. Fennick turned to stone when he slept, or when he was particularly mortified, or if he sneezed really hard and lost control of his ability. Again, such was life. He belatedly realized he hadn’t told Hestia about that either. He was on a roll wasn’t he? First the cosmic fire wall and now the stone man. Cool, another good job by Fennick.
Still, Hestia wasn’t running quite yet. She brushed against his side and Fennick looked down. The big stallion smiled slightly. It was rare, that he didn’t make a botch of things. Against all odds she had apparently chosen to like him, or at least like him more than Gallows. He smiled again.
Naturally, Namaah chose to comment on it. Fennick blushed beneath his fur and was immediately worried that he had been crowding Hestia. He stepped a little to the side and looked sheepishly down at her. He was about to say something, probably a bad joke, when the filly spoke again.
Fennick chocked loudly on what could have only been his own tongue. He sputtered a little and blushed furiously.
“Geez Gallows, what are you teaching that kid?” He certainly wasn’t questioning her parenting style. Good for her, for having the talk. He just wished that talk hadn’t come back to bite him in the ass. Nice guys really do finish last.