The goddesses and angels rushed to the tall servant and the blanket-covered creature in his arms. "Is that...?" Phosphora's eyes were huge. "Yes." Arlon leaned down and gave Dark Pit the creature since he figured that Phosphora would burn it to a crisp, Pit'd let it fall or something and Palutena... He had no reason to not give the baby to her but Dark Pit was closer. The angel held the baby like he had seen in many books. He offered support to their head and neck while also making sure to not touch it's soft and sensitive spots. He felt uneasy as three different pairs of eyes were focused on him. Well it was more on the baby but it was in his arms after all. Dark Pit looked down as well. It was so small. Their eyes were closed and their thumb was put in his mouth. They seemed to be sleeping. An "aw" came from the goddesses and Pit. Dark Pit would have slipped out the same thing but as it build up in his throat, he pushed it back. His pride would not allow it. Not in front of others."Where did the baby come from?" Pit asked and was answered with an annoyed groan – mostly from his twin and Phosphora. "What? Is an angel not allowed to ask a simple question?" The baby sucked on his thumb as it slightly turned to it's holder. Said holder had to admit it; That small, innocent thing in his arms was pretty stinkin' cute!

"Hello, little one. Say hello to your auntie Phosphora." The goddess lifted herself in the air and stretched out a finger towards her niece or nephew. However, before she could touch them, a curtain of black feathers cut off her actions. "Hey!" "Turn off the electricity, Phosphora." She huffed and crossed her legs midair: "Well geez, give the big boy a baby and immediately he is an expert on them." Dark Pit glared at her: "That has nothing to do with- Ouch!" The baby had woken up due to the argument and now held a long, black feather in it's hands, hugging it like a teddy bear. Pit chuckled as his twin made a face that was as amused as it was angry towards the little thing which turned around in their blanket to get back to sleep. The blonde goddess giggled: "Are you sure you can hold her? Not that she kills you. We wouldn't want that, now would we?" Before the angel could give a snappy reply, Arlon cleared his throat: "And there is one more thing you need to know about him." He stepped closer, took the little creature back into his arms and started to remove the blanket. The four gasped in unison. The baby's knees were turned on backwards, light fur that somewhat reminded them of the color of Viridi's hair, grew from his hips downwards. And his feet, well, he didn't haven't any. There were a pair black, cloven hooves in their place. Behind him a small, fluffy tail twitched from time to time. "What the-?" Dark Pit stared at the baby. Behind them Palutena chuckled, lifted one finger and said: "There is always a bit of luck and chance when a goddess gives birth."

"My niece is a... Goat?" Arlon put the baby back in his blankets to make sure he wouldn't freeze: "It is your nephew actually." Phosphora nodded still baffled and looked at her nephew. Then her head shot up again: "What about Viridi? Is she okay?" Dark Pit slowly took the small creature back into his arms. "Do not worry, Phosphora. Both Viridi and her baby are well and healthy though the Mistress would want some rest now. It was very stressful for her." Pit leaned over his darker twins shoulder to look at the baby as well. Besides the somewhat blonde fur that was now hidden under the blanket again, he looked nothing like his mother. Sure, Dark Pit admitted, he was just born and all he did was sleep - and rip out feathers. His eyes were still closed and no hair grew from his head yet. His skin was a bit too bronzed for a newborn though. "What's his name?" Palutena asked, turning to Arlon. "He doesn't have one yet. The Mistress was too exhausted from the birth to give him one." She frowned a little bit. "How about the name..." Pit laid his fist under his chin as he thought. The idea came to the white-winged angel just as the other angel and the goddesses wanted to intervene:

"Oh I know! How about Hoof?"

"First off: The mother gives her baby the name, not some random guy!" Dark Pit snapped.

"I am not a-"

"And second: What kind of a name is Hoof?"

Pit scratched his arm: "W-Well... He does have hooves... And do I have to remind me of my name?" Palutena sighed and carefully took the baby out of Dark Pit's arms. If something was going to happen between the two (Pit and Dark Pit), the baby would be safe. "I should go now. I have some laundry to do." Arlon said and walked towards the Goddess of Light: "I am guessing the baby is safe with you?" She nodded and looked down. Even if she had lived for more than thousand years, this was the first baby she held in her arms. Her heart soared. Arlon disappeared. Phosphora smiled and took Dark Pit's feather. "Hey, look what I got. Look, shiny." The baby cooed quietly, his eyes opening bleary and stretched his stumpy arms out towards the feather which due to Phosphora letting it twirl, was in fact somewhat shiny. His eyes looked like they were direct copies of Viridi's. They were just as golden. A loud bang let both goddesses turn their heads. The two angels were rolling around the orangery floor, caught in a heavy brawl.

The baby huddled closer to Palutena to find safety. Quiet whimpers escaped his lips. Phosphora growled and Palutena noticed her getting ready to fry both angels for daring to make her new nephew almost cry. The older goddess shook her head however, removed a few thinker vines from the door by using her magic and stepped in. Inside, the fighting outside was nothing more than whispers. The huge room had two long windows at the head of the room – it as still raining outside as if there was no tomorrow- , a table covered with maps and lists and, of course, a four-poster bed with silk hanging from every pole to the other. It looked like a bed of a princess but even greater. Viridi laid in it. Her hair was frizzy, her ponytail barely staying together. "Viridi?" Palutena stepped next to the bed.

Under the sheets of silk, the Goddess of Nature peeked out. "Hello, Palutena." Her voice was hoarse and way weaker than the green-haired goddess was used to. "How are you feeling?" "Like I've just been pulled through thorns backwards and a Reset Bomb exploded next to me... All at the some time." Palutena chuckled slightly and gave Viridi her child. He cooed again and yawned afterwards. His mother smiled at him. "Has Arlon told you about...?" Her voice trailed off. "His goat legs? Yes." The taller goddess sat down on the edge of the bed. She laid a finger on her own cheek: "I think they are called... Satyrs? Or are they fauns?" Viridi nodded and held out a finger for the satyr to play with. "They don't have magic, right? I... I want to be prepared." The other goddess was again thinking: "I don't think so. I'll be sure to check my library when Pit and I get home." "Thank you." Both stayed quiet for a while. Palutena was watching mother and son but turned her head when she heard a loud crackling sound, followed by two distinctive yelps. "What in the world-?" Viridi instinctively held her son closer who leaned against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. But the confusion in her golden eyes vanished not two seconds after and she looked at Palutena: "Phosphora?" "Phosphora." The two shared a laugh. "So... What's his name?" "That's right... You need a name." She seemed to be talking to herself instead of Palutena or the baby. Viridi scanned her room to find inspiration. Names were not her strong-suit. Then she spotted the dark green book she was reading when she found time to, on her nightstand. "Peter Pan" the title reads. "How about Pan?" The satyr stretched out his short arms to touch Viridi's face. "You like that name? Yes?"

"Am I allowed to know who the father is?" The goddess sighed deeply before answering: "I would tell you but I can't remember his name. I only know that he was a human." Palutena nodded and leaned closer to Pan and her hand went over his head lovingly: "Well then, as the ruler of Skyworld, I welcome you, Pan." The satyr giggled and grabbed one of Palutena's fingers. Viridi raised an eyebrow at the long, black feather that glided to the ground as soon as Pan pulled himself up with the help of the goddess' finger. She (Viridi) picked it up and arched an eyebrow. "I'm sure Pan and Pittoo are going to be great friends." The Goddess of Light grinned. "You think so?"

"Well he didn't seem to mind that Pan ripped out one of his feathers."

Pan giggled and stretched out his arms towards the black item.