good morning starshine; Hestia/Eona/any

[Hestia]

the cat and the fiddle

she blinks as he makes his comment. I suppose I have. She attempts to smile through the pain, with a chortle at the deft attempt. As their daughter found her ever present pride and temper. Hestia's own pride swells in her chest. They indeed had a legacy to be proud of. She would always be a part of the two kingdoms, Amazons and Valley, now she is able to watch her daughter carry on the heritage of the Amazons into the Valley. there couldn't exist a better moment then that one.

She was every bit the fine combed woman that Hestia had hoped that she would grow up to be. with manners, and pride, even the sharp witty tongue. She already knew this prodigy would prove to be the best at what ever she chose to do. Her muzzle extends to them both as her body contracts once more. With a nod of her head, she takes a deep breath. Yes dear I do believe so.

She circles, prancing on the ground to loosen it a little before the pains drop her to her knees. It wasn't as bad as the first time, though this time didn't feel quite right either. The mare could feel the energy draining from her. Every push coming with bloody pain. She grunts her teeth reaching to her stomach at the feel of a contraction. Taking a few breathes she pushes with her abdominal muscles, her hips feeling as if about to split. Its another push, sweaty limbs kicking at the ground attempting to turn herself to a more comfortable position.

Finally the child slips from her womb, and its with a shaky breath she pulls her knees under her, urging herself to stand. Turning to the new life she looks up at fennick sheepishly. Well I guess you get to meet both at once.

Her eyes flit over the child assessing it. Making sure that it was healthy. Nuzzling the new life, she begins to lick it clean. Nudging it to its feet. When she notices its a boy, well she pauses for a minute taken aback. Well this was a little pecular, new ground that she didn't know quite how to trample. She had thought that after Eona it would get easier, apperantly not. What in the name of the Fairies was she to do with a boy?

Well there was always Fennick, he could do the primary raising of the child, she was not a natural mother figure, and she felt that it was not of her doing that Eona had turned out so well. How would she do with a boy? What do you believe we should name him? Hestia looks up at Fennick, wondering if he would want to take part in the raising of the child. Ahhh the crazy hormones making her all gushy agian.

She giggles agian remembering his earlier statement now your doubly stuck with me. Yes, yes they were stuck with one another, and she couldn't be at all more happy about that. Loosing herself in kisses to his shoulder, she is suprised when a the child shimmers and in his stand a blade of grass is there. Oh my She looks at it a little baffled. What had happened? Was this child just as Fennick?

The all black family huddled together, well one was green now obviously, but that didn't change the facts. Grass or not the colt was just as black as the rest of them.

Hestia

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