the cat and the fiddle
Oh the work of a mother. What a challenge this was presenting itself to be. Seemed like only yesterday that she had been traversing her jungle home. Now she was introducing her daughter to manners, and society. Edgy is only one way to put the feelings of the new mother. It was only recently that the filly had been introduced to her father, now she was somewhere in the kingdom, while Hestia was hoping to be able to present her to Gallows.
What a charming trio raising this young creature, would make. For she was certain that if Gallows child had anything to say about it, Gallows would to be involved in the growth of Fennicks young. She almost laughs at that, but instead snatches up a few tuffs of grass. This ever growing hunger was getting no better. She had just gotten her figure back, what was she trying to do? Loose it again. then again Fennicks appetite for other things seemed to grow just as large as her stomach had just a few months ago, and dare she say it, appeared to be doing so once more?
Oh boy, after this she was sure she would be done baring young, but oh poor poor Fennick so tempting and whily with his charms, could have the shadowy girl wrapped up and hung upside down from a tree if he wanted her too. Though it would be commical site none the less.
And just as her thoughts turn towards the blossoming love she was developing, so does the wind, with a whisper and carress she finds his scent on the air. Maybe Eona would be there with him, learning to be the adult that she would one day be called on to be. Hestia could only hope that developing the girls ties with her family would prove to be a strong bond for her.
Just as she is stepping forward, with a nicker to greet him, she spots the young princess. She smiles warmly to the girl, stepping to Fennicks side. Once again finding a furrowed brow at the silly antic of hers. She was independant didn't need anyone, and yet here she was next to Fennick being the very thing that she used to look down upon in other women. Oh well it was no use. She wasn't as cold as she used to be, as much as she would like to think herself so. Welcome to the Valley With a gentle shake of her mane, she stops moving, but only for an instant once agian finding herself in a figgity mood, unable to get or stay comfortable. Well Fennick here is one of the rulers, along side Gallows, Whom I imagine will be along shortly She had only caught the last question that the princess had offered, but it was enough.
Hestia