Though Eona was young, she was old enough to understand that her father was a fool. No, she didn’t mean it like that, he had his good qualities. He was remarkably tall, and he could turn into any number of useful things, he himself was just rather useless. The little girl rolled her eyes dramatically when her father spoke, stupid insinuating that her mother looked like she swallowed a lemon.
She marched up, her little hooves stamping furiously against the soil, and but her father directly on his shoulder. The stallion jumped, then looked down at his little daughter and melted a little. Even with her teeth wrapped around his shoulder she seemed perfect.
Eona nodded her approval when her father amended his statement to her mother. However, despite the stupidity of the comment, he hadn’t been entirely wrong. Mother did look a little off. Eona peered at her with curiosity, then realization dawned. The filly raced up to Hestia and looked up at her excited.
“Ma!” Eona squeaked.
“Is it time?” Eona had been waiting for this moment with anticipation. She couldn’t boss around Mother, she couldn’t boss around Father, she could, however, boss around a little sibling. With great power came great possibility. Eona was excited.
with a crown of midnight and a blanket of stars
Eona
The Valley's wayfaring daughter
