good morning starshine; Hestia/Eona/any

[Fennick]

It was strange, how a moment could change your entire life. Fennick had not been ready for it, but when it had happened the moment hit him like a tidal wave, leaving him gaping and staggering. Somehow, it was not an unpleasant sensation, though part of him felt ill every time he considered his new responsibilities.

There were days Fennick thought that he would spend the rest of his life feeling slightly ill.

It didn’t seem possible, but that feeling, that sick to your stomach with worry feeling, was also somehow surrounded with joy. It was something of a mystery, how you could feel like you were about to implode and explode at the same time. That it what Fennick felt when he saw Hestia and his daughter. His daughter. He repeated the words over, and over in his head, trying to make sense of them.

The great black stallion approached the mare and the filly slowly, as if he was worried he might not be allowed. He was worried the filly would look at him and instantly know that he wasn’t perfect, that he wasn’t cut out to be someone’s papa. He was worried that Hestia would look at him and think that he wasn’t good enough, that she had made a mistake.

The big stallion felt like an utter fool, and yet he couldn’t help himself, he kept looking back and forth between them as if he had never seen anything like them in his entire life, as if he could hardly imagine a world in which they existed. Thankfully, Hestia spoke first, and with something to do, some direction to go in, he sighed out the breath he had been holding in a big, relieved whoosh.

“Yes, beautiful.” Okay, so it wasn’t the most articulate of things to say, it was, however, something. Another second passed and he tried again.

“I think she gets that from you.” Of that there was little doubt. Fennick would call himself many  things, but beautiful was not one of them. The fact that their daughter had not melted yet, or turned to stone, meant that she was not like him. The Valley king considered that to be a very good thing.

Slowly, like the breaking of dawn, Fennick began to believe he might not explode after all. His body relaxed, his shoulder’s slumped, and he even worked up the courage to ruffle his daughter’s hair. He did so gently, as his muzzle was nearly the size of her whole crown. He moved a little closer to Hestia and offered her a lopsided smile.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” He paused for dramatic effect then started up again.

“You’re stuck with me.” His eyes glinted playfully, and he snorted loudly in her ear, as if to demonstrate how truly tragic it was to have Fennick determined to follow you about.