good morning starshine; Hestia/Eona/any

[Fennick]

Fennick was many things, and could be many more. He wasn’t however, proud. Wether a fault of a virtue, Fennick didn’t easily fall to pride. He was far too contemplative, and in many ways, a natural worrier. Now, however, feel the emotion bloom and blossom in his chest. He had never been so proud, he had never experienced anything like this moment.

What had been fear for Hestia, and for the child, quickly melted away to a giddy elation at his sons birth. He reached for the colt and for Hestia, almost afraid to touch them, almost afraid that they were a dream that would disappear. But no, they didn’t disappear, they were real, they were his family.

Just as he was about to speak, just as he was about to choke out some emption laden words, the little boy disappear. Fennick sputtered, choked, let out a loud, horrified snort, then burst into laughter when he realized what had happened. The large stallion shook his head ruefully.

“Well!” He grinned roguishly at Hestia.

“This is going to be fun.” Yes, it would seem that the boy had inherited Fennick’s own unique gifts. The stallion shook his head. When Fennick slept he turned to stone, perhaps the boy would be the same? They could sleep side by side as statues, the Valley’s own gargoyles.

For her part, Eona looked at her father as if he had lost his mind. How could be be laughing? Her brother had just disappeared! She looked to her mother in alarm. Her mouth popped open, words threatened to spill out, and then she just shut it again and sighed. There was no point, clearly, they were all mad. Eona’s expression of horror melted away to something approaching fondness, and she huddled in close, enjoying the warmth of family around her, even if they were all mental.