Slip Breeze laughed, enjoying a day in Canterlot with his little daughter, Night Breeze. He’d gotten to know her quite well, as her mother had been kept very busy with deliveries. He had been quite surprised to even find out he had a daughter, but he’d made the best of it. Another surprise was the fact his daughter had been born with the bat-like wings that it took armor enchantments to give him.
He worried about that. Even if she had the wings (and eyes) without the armor, she was only half batpony. Her coat was mottled, the dark grey of the night guard interspersed with a beautiful complimentary cream color. The enchantment appeared to be incomplete, and that meant there was a good chance her little batwings may never allow the part-pegasus to fly. They were on their way to a specialist in half-breed pony health to see what could be done.
“But daddy, why can’t I keep my real wings?” asked Night.
“I... look, hon, you know i want the best for you, yes?” Slip wrapped a feathered wing around Night as they waited. “And I just want to make sure you’re able to fly right, when the time comes. It’s easier to remove the lingering enchantment than to get a filly into the Night Guard.” Night giggled at that, a great relief to Slip.
Their wait in Canterlot General Hospital wasn’t long, and Doctor Silverheart soon had Night on the cold exam table.
“Well, this is interesting, Mr. Breeze.”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“I’ve done some research since your first visit, and young Night here isn’t a unique case. This happens, occasionally.” Doctor Silverheart smiled as he handed a beaming Night Breeze a lollipop. “You should know, despite several sweeps, there’s no enchantment at play here. Night is among those rare natural born batponies. They had died out after Nightmare Moon’s banishment, but since Princess Luna’s return there are more and more of them being born. Congratulations.”
“Does that mean I get to keep my real wings, daddy?”