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Life was perfect. The purple-hued stallion sighed contentedly and put his mind into focusing on becoming his large size. His mate, a stunningly beautiful mare, was coming to terms with the fact that she did indeed love him. He was the patient sort, if she didn’t want to say it… that was fine. He could and would happily wait for an eternity to get her to say those special words to him.

All he really had to do was look around at the two beautiful babies they had created together. Their son, a shocking bright pink with glorious pastel hints and flaming red hair… Domo was a true perfect blend of them both. And Etain? She was definitely daddy’s little girl and replica. There were pieces of Lexi in his princess but for the most part? When he looked at her he saw himself. Ah yes, life was good. The kids were old enough now to mostly take care of themselves and certainly smart enough to stay out of trouble. Soon he would have to start teaching them about their responsibilities towards the Faery-folk, but the Fae would have to forgive him and his family as they were on a vacation of sorts… for now.

“Lexi, my poppet, your expression is so serious. What could possibly be weighing you down?” Fluttering down beside her, Oberon made himself comfortable oblivious to how short he was next to his mate. “Our progeny are perfect are they not? They will carry on the royal duties of caring for the Fae with pride.” A wicked half-grin before slanting a look at her, “Aren’t you glad you gave me the time of day?” Affectionate, open, completely giving Oberon sometimes felt rejected by his mate but she was coming around. He would win her over completely.


Xxx

If only Oberon realized just how accurately he had his daughter pegged. She was a princess through-and-through and trusted implicitly that the Fae-folk were real. He daddy wouldn’t lie to her. Preening herself, nibbling at her fur delicately to make sure her markings laid flat the way they were supposed to, Etain was completely unprepared for the dirt that ended up hitting her. Spinning around, ears pinned back Etain prepared to lay into her brother.

She instead caught a mouthful of dust and began coughing and hacking. Bolting forward on incredibly thin legs, Etain stopped near her brother and regained her composure. “Domovoi! What is wrong with you?? I just got cleeeeean.” The edge of whine in her voice was sharp and Etain relished the chance to grate on her brother’s last nerve. She always made sure to be good when mamma and daddy were around because that’s just what princesses had to do… but gross brothers were completely exempt from that. Totally.

“I don’t even know how we’re related! You don’t act royal at all!”

Sometimes it took the stallion every bit of his stubborn nature to not try to throttle his mate. If she thought that he was completely oblivious to her own jumpiness with him, she was insane. Or worse – if she just didn’t have a care about it. Or worst – if she knew and really didn’t care. These thoughts bothered him from time to time, but he was wearing her down. Much the way the ocean wears wood down til its downright soft… He would keep after her.

He watched her closely as she took all the time she needed to answer him, and her couldn’t help but want to cuddle her close to him. She really was a sweetheart – a candy center, right? Lord, it drove him crazy to be around her but that’s how you made a lovemate. Love was not being happy constantly, it was being in horrendous pain constantly and those moments of bliss made it worth it. If there was no pain, there would never be anything to measure happiness to. Moments like the birth of his children.

Moments like when she decided to come back to him after having disappeared for such a long time.

“You worry too much my pet, there is so much to living that needs nothing more than enjoyment. Too often life is wasted by those that spend the whole time worrying. Look at them? They’re healthy, they’re beautiful and they’re precious in a way that no one ever understands til they have children of their own.” Man, today was a bit too heavy for Oberon, where was some normalcy? “Normal is as normal does. Do you know how often I’m mocked for what I believe? Our family takes care of the Fae-kind and yet we’re frequently written off as crackpots. Oh my dearest pet. Just breathe.”

Whatever Oberon had been about to say was cut off by a seriously high-pitched squeal. It looked like the kids were back at it. Again.

Xx

Why of all the indignities! Etain was a princess, not someone to be laughed at! What did this boy think he was doing? Oh, if only daddy would listen to her about how much of a Prince her brother truly wasn’t. Instead he would just tell funny stories about fighting with his own sister growing up. What did those stories matter to her anyway? She had never ever met Auntie Mab anyways. “You.. you.. oh YOU!” the final you came out as a shrill squeal and dainty hooves stomped the ground angrily. A mix between a temper tantrum and the banging of a proverbial gavel is what the action equated to.

She would have order and she was going to have him stop acting like this or it’d be the last think she did. Why did her brother have such a hard time acting his own age? Oh, he was so going to get it before the end of today. She’d just have to make sure mamma and daddy weren’t watching.

“Domovoi of the Fairfolk, if I should even bother using that title with someone as.. as.. COMMON as you! What is your problem? Do you really think we’re supposed to act like heathens!? You know that the Fae are watching right this minute.” Irritated by the nipping Etain pinned her ears back and went in for a bite, not sure what she would do if she actually got a bite of her brother. Ladies, especially princess were not supposed to bite one another – but oh boy, it would be worth it with a brother like hers!

“Prince of the boorish!”

Oberon felt himself tensing up for just a moment when she started to n** at his neck and then he relaxed into her and let the laughter that was usually bubbling just under the surface roll out. He had grown so much because of his mate, and he had calmed a bit. He would always be ridiculous, it was his nature and he tried to find some whimsy every single day. Retaliating to her nips he lowered his head to her check and returned the nipping, gently so as to not hurt. Did she realize how far she had come? That she had actually initiated contact between them? He’d fight to keep what was his… This was why. His Lexi, -- so full of starch and valor. Little did she realize how much softer she was becoming.

“Ahh yes, they’re most certainly ours and I have a feeling that we’re going to have to separate them soon.” … three…two…one… Etain went for blood. Oberon couldn’t help but prop up a hind foot and comment to his mate, “Yanno, she gets that temper from her mother, I surely don’t have it in me to bite like that.” They would have to step in somewhere soon because their children were going to escalate… as usual.

“Yanno… I’d say Etain is more like you than me really… and Domo? Ahh he’s a chip off the ole block.” Oberon spoke carelessly, as if their young weren’t circling around them--Definitely fighting.

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Etain felt more than a little bit of satisfaction at her retaliaton on her brother’s smart mouth. One of these days she was really gonna give him a good knocking around… Ugh! How did anyone put up with little brothers?!? After her bite, she glanced at her parents and almost wanted to roll her eyes. Dad was so goo-goo eyed over Mom that he rarely caught anything and Mom had been distracted lately. She liked mom a lot better when she wasn’t preaching and nagging about things that had to do with fighting. She was a flutter baby. Pure fae, and a princess to boot. Not a soldier.

Catching her nickname from her brother, Etain squealed herself and started to bob and weave to get around her parents, “How many times have I told you not to call me that! My name is not Ettie! Ettie is an awful name! Simply awful!” Etain, now that was a perfectly royal, beautiful name. “The Fae think YOU should be nicer to me. They’ve told me that they want to help me out by causing mischief for you but I’ve convinced them that’s not nice! Maybe I should let them loose!” The filly, fully embroiled in a several generation long delusion, believed with all her might that the Fae Folk could and would help her out. Especially since mom and dad weren’t breaking up their fight right now!

Oberon felt the urge to groan when things began to get serious. As much as he loved the children, if it had been left up to them they probably would be heathens entirely. His mate was good at handing out punishments and discipline. Sure, she was always fair with her actions but man… sometimes when the kids cried he wanted to tell them that mom and dad were just kidding and to go on about their business. Of course, Lex would have had his head for doing that sort of thing and he didn’t really feel like having himself served up on a platter. Not that she would do that to him, but he’d be damned if she wasn’t fully capable of it.

Oberon swun his body so that his rump and Lexi’s rump were side by side – Domovoi probably was thinking that he had just gotten the bigger side of the stick by having him instead of mamma to deal with, but he was afraid he’d have to agree this time. Lexi had been laughing and relaxed and now she was in full on warrior mode. The problem with that was Domovoi was currently the reason why he wasn’t getting to watch his mate in all her glory. Pinning his ears and narrowing his eyes into slits, Oberon stared at Domo and hoped to god that the foal would keep his mouth shut. His hopes didn’t extend that high for Etain. She had as much temper as her mamma and the mouth of Oberon. The idea of dealing with her as a teenager occasionally made him miss bachelorhood… Just a little bit.

“Your mother asked a rather valid question Dom, you best be thinking of an answer.”

XxX

Etain had been moving full-blast until she found herself face to face with a very upset mamma. The indignity of this! Domovoi was going to dance away looking like a fresh rose and smelling just as sweet and mamma was going to be mad at her! It just wasn’t fair.

“I DON’T’. –HE- does.” Stomping a delicate hoof, Etain glared daggers at her brother briefly and as best she could. She mostly just got to spend a moment glaring at his hoof. “It’s not fair! He doesn’t act like a gentleman at all! He makes me so mad! It’s not fair! I’m a princess! He’s a prince! Why doesn’t he act right!?” Getting herself all worked up, the sentences came out as a mix of screeching and staccato. She was going to have a melt-down soon. Tears and theatrics when she probably had needed a nap a short hour or two ago. Buckle up.