Idyllic giggled, prancing as freely as her daughter. Iduna, she had named the spotted filly. "Stars!" she cried "I'm home." The queen was home, the heir by her side and life was good once more.
The wars were over, though the scars on her lovely bodice still remained. And she had a pretty little daughter, born into a happier and free world. A giggled once more escaped her shapely maw, her joy to large to be contained.
He heard the call and knew who it was within a few seconds. So much joy there was in the sound, and though he was still healing from all the fighting, he would have to go off again to see if that annoying sister of his lived. For word spread that she had killed one of Thowra's herd, and that was something he could not let Spitting Flames get away with.
Moving though he smiled as he saw them. "It is good to see you back," he said.
"Tis tis such a beautiful day!" she giggled again and nuzzled his side deeply. "Meet our daughter, Iduna," she said as the shy, spotted filly poked her head out from her mothers legs and stared at the huge stallion with wide eyes. "W...Who are...y-you?" she stuttered nervously and Idi giggled again and nudged the filly out from her legs. "This is your father Iduna," she told the fae and stopped forcing the unwilling child forth. Smiling at Stars, Idi murmered to him. "She has a little problem with her nerves, poor thing...stutters all the time," she said with a grin.