Flashback ( PDFDrive )

A fresh round of KEEFE! KEEFE! KEEFE! made it clear Silveny was
a big fan of that idea.
Sophie followed Keefe through the gate, stopping to stroke
Greyfell’s neck as Keefe crouched near Silveny and trailed his fingers
gently down her velvet-soft nose. “Hey there, pretty mama,” he said as
she nuzzled his hand. “Should I call you Mama Glitter Butt now?”
Mama Glitter Butt! Mama Glitter Butt!
But the sadness had crept back into Silveny’s thoughts.
Keefe scooted closer, holding her face with both hands as he looked
into her eyes. “Don’t be sad. Nothing bad is going to happen to those
babies—not on Foster’s watch. So you just rest up, okay? It’ll all be
better soon.”
Soon! Soon! Soon! Silveny said with even less enthusiasm.
“Hmm. Feels like my brilliant pep talk isn’t doing its job—so how
about we play Name That Baby Alicorn? Otherwise I’m going to call
them Sparkle Tushie Number One and Number Two. Actually, I’m
probably going to call them that anyway—but I might occasionally go
with something more official, as long as Mama and Papa pick
something that pleases me.”
Silveny didn’t seem to understand anything he was saying, so
Sophie did her best to explain telepathically.
Name baby? Name baby? Silveny asked, glancing at Greyfell.
“I don’t think they’ve picked anything yet,” Sophie told Keefe.
He clapped his hands. “Perfect! It’s a girl and a boy, right? So how
about Keeferina and the Keefster?”
“Keeferina?” Sophie had to ask.
Even Silveny looked like she was wincing.