I sold my soul for this ~Porcia~

[Hestia]

Porcia’s energy is spilling over and Hestia glimmers with the contagiousness of the girls excitement. She brings Hestia’s belief of hope for the kingdom back with a renewed eagerness. When she answers, Hestia thought that her sympathies couldn’t be pulled again. But hearing her story they are. She can’t help but think of Iona. She continues, and Hestia nudges the girl in silence. If it wasn’t for the white the girl bears Hestia would believe this to be her own daughter. Normally she’d not feed a child’s hope, but her own desire mimics so closely to Porcia’s that Hestia can’t help but respond with encouragement. I hope you do too. She smiles sympathetically to the girl.

How close to home the girl’s words tread for her. She wants her to know that she shares her pain. Something very similar happened with my children. I’ll never stop looking for them. I’m sure your mother is doing the same. You are more than welcome to stay here. We have many connections and many people come to visit us. News of your mother may drift through at some point. It doesn’t take them long to move on and Hestia listens to the appaloosa’s exclamation. I don’t see why they wouldn’t. Hestia would truly be shocked if the others didn’t like the girl as she herself adored her.

She’s just too full of life not to like. Much like when the queen had met Kagerus. She watches Porcia make herself at home, and finds herself living vicariously through the child’s antics. Hestia warbles her ears looking around for anyone watching when the request is made. At first she thinks no, but before she can get the words out, the look on the girls face makes impossible for her to say it aloud. Picking her way down the trail before reaching the sand all she can think of is if Murc saw her now. The teasing, and the uh-hum, night they would have…

She looks around for anyone that may be watching and when she is sure that no one is looking Hestia begins to gallop. Chasing after the filly until she is matching stride for stride. The salty water clinging to the sparse feathering on her fetlocks. Dear god what are these people doing to her. At first, she keeps quiet tense and uncertain. Her ladylike inhibitions still present in her mind. But slowly the release of energy feels to good to ignore. And she lets out a soft nicker as they make their way around the beach.

HESTIA

The devil whispered in my ear, you’ll never survive the storm
I whispered back, I am the storm