[mature] i, am drunk

[Hestia]

She starts talking.... singing? the black mare's ears warble. Maybe she sounds good, but Hestia doesn't quite know what to make of it. in a way though the girl is so adorable, Hestia doesn't tell her to shut it like she might have to a less cute version of this.

Then she stops singing, and Hestia's search of what could possibly be wrong must end. what would she be? She'd never thought of that before. Always been me, don't think I'd know how to be anything else/ But now she has Hestia thinking, she's got wings, never thought she'd fly, her son can turn into whatever he wants on a whim, so its not really that far fetched an idea when you think about it. So she pauses screwing her face up in thought.

Before she can think of anything a kiss is planted on her cheek and Hestia snorts startled for a moment. shifting her eyes to look around before she nudges the girls shoulder affectionately in return. what would you be?