Atieno beamed with delight and pride. A new little one in the family! Oh, how exciting it all was! Her heart filled with a mixture of emotions. Joy, eagerness, gratitude, love, all of them swirled within her. So much so that she felt as if she might burst with them. Her golden gleaming orbs peered down at the little one laying beside her before searching to find her mate’s. His green gaze echoed the very same sentiments residing in her own. Their family of four had now become five. Yet another happy moment to memorialize in their memories. “He is a perfect addition.” Kagehoshi spoke softly. His voice nearly cracking with the emotion it held. There had been a time, years ago, when he believed himself cursed to be alone. That he would never possess a family of any accord, doomed to a life of solitude amidst the shadows with only his bonded for company. But now, now he lay in the center of a teepee with his mate and eldest child and their bondeds, welcoming a third child. “That he is.” The eldest stallion heard his mate agree softly. She turned her head to gaze lovingly at their new son. “What should we name him?” “Hmm,” Kagehoshi screwed his muzzle in contemplation. “There are many names befitting of him. Yet, perhaps—perhaps we should allow Hoshikage to do the honors?” The mare smiled and swiftly agreed. “What would you call him, Hoshikage?”
Hoshikage stared back at his parents in uncertainty. Have I heard them correctly? Aloud, he said, “You—you truly wish me to name him?” The naming of a soul was an important task. If he were to mess up or misname the foal, it would be a dire error in his mind. “It is fitting that you should.” His father inclined his head, understanding and encouragement in his features. “You are the one who rescued his basket and brought him to us. The privilege lies with you.” “Exactly,” Atieno looked to her eldest child. She prodded him onward with a jerk of her muzzle. “And a privilege well earned at that. So, what should his name be?” Hoshikage opened and closed his mouth, searching for the right words, any words, to say to his parents. Their trust in him knew no bounds. He was flattered that they would allow him the honor of naming their third child. After a moment of thoughtful silence, his glowing green eyes studying the young foal at his mother’s side, Hoshikage believed he obtained the perfect name for him. “Caelestis.” Both of his parents’ muzzles drew wide with broad smiles. “Caelestis.” The eldest stallion repeated, enjoying the sound of the name. “Yes, I believe that will do well.” “Caelestis,” Atieno cooed. “Our little shooting star. You are home.”
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