“Bubblegum?”
 
“No.”
 
“Fluffy Buns?”
 
“Absolutely not.” Chrysalis sighed staring down at her fluffy little foal. “I think she would grow into Strawberry Death quite well.”
 
Autumn’s head slowly turned to glare at Chrysalis. “Now it’s my turn to say absolutely not.” Autumn shook her head, laughing a bit to herself. “I’m sorry, but what is Strawberry Death?”
 
Chrysalis was caught by surprise, a common occurence she found with Autumn. Chrysalis kinda liked it. “Well,” Chrysalis began, her voice suddenly feeling gone, “my mother used to mix strawberries with rose thorns. It was the only thing I would eat when I was little and I wasn’t eating love yet.” Chysalis paused for a long moment. “I should have been eating love by that point, but I wasn’t. But she stuck with me and fed me Strawberry Death every day. It’s still my favorite thing to eat.” Chrysalis frowned. “I think that’s why I haven’t changed. I never thirsted for love clear until I was a teenager.” The black bug horse’s head shot up from staring at the ground. “My mother was killed because the changelings were dying.” Chrysalis felt tears form against her eyes. She had learned in the last year to not shut them out, but to embrace them. “They were dying because she was feeding me her love. Then they killed her when I was a teenager and I suddenly felt the thirst.”
 
Chrysalis’s whole past had been shattered in front of her, all because she had been trying to find a name for her baby foal. Chrysalis scooped the little fluffball in her arms and snuggled her against her face, careful of the egg in the sling around her neck.
 
Autumn couldn’t help but look up at the bug creature snuggling their brand new foal. “I love you.” she whispered.
 
Chrysalis smiled and blinked, leaning in to peck Autumn on her nose.
 
At that moment, a guttural screech sounded from around them.
 
It took the pair a moment, but soon they realized the noise had come from their foal.
 
“Got some pipes, little one. What an echo!” Autumn laughed and clapped her hooves, holding them out for her tiny ball of fluff.
 
Chrysalis swung around to meet Autumn’s eye. Autumn did the exact same movement, almost causing them to knock heads.
 
“Echo.” they both said in unison.
 
Autumn smiled even wider than she had been and held Echo up in the air.
 
“I dub thee Echo.”
 
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So here is the naming of Echo (their daughter). If you haven’t noticed, her color palette has changed a bit, but she’s still the same old Echo.
 
poor chrysalis realizing tiny things about her history and having midlife crisis but oop your babys cute so oh well ignore it