good morning starshine; Hestia/Eona/any

[Fennick]

Fennick, though he routinely tried his best, wouldn’t be called very aware even by his best of friends. He had a hard time relating to to himself, much less anyone else, and so he was, perhaps, not in the best position to sympathize with Hestia.

He did, however, feel a strange warm glow at the sight of her, her expanding belly, and his little daughter. They were a family, a strange, awkward family thanks to Fennick, but a family none the less. He ran his muzzle along Hestia’s belly, trying to feel the baby moving. After a moment he glanced back at her, and finally even the daft Valley King realized that something might be amiss. His brow furrowed in concern.

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way…” Fennick trailed off, for though he was very daft even he had heard that you weren’t supposed to say offensive things to pregnant women. He continued anyways, hoping he wouldn’t live to regret it.

“You face, you kind of look like you swallowed a lemon.” Fennick winced a little, for a it came out a lot worse than he meant it to. She simply looked uncomfortable, but was trying to hide it. He shifted again, and puffed affectionately into her ear. After a moment the stallion coughed a little, and tried his best to recover.

“What I meant to say is, are you quite alright?” That, had indeed, been what he had meant to say. It simply hadn’t come out right.