NASHUA

Celina encourages his wandering.

Nashua still comes home to the small clearing with Yanhua but his older sister has been telling him perhaps it's best that he spends more time outside of Taiga. The winged yearling has wanderlust still burning in his veins so that recommendation isn’t a hard one for him to follow. He followed it right to where it took him now: Nerine.

He’s been practicing his glowing - trying really hard at maintaining or hiding it altogether - and it pays off.

When he comes into Nerine one cold night, the golden aura coming from his stripes lowers to the resonance of a flickering candle. He can be seen but just barely, only for someone looking for him. He casts shadows on the ground, striping them like the ones he has on his legs.

He runs when he hears running. Out of habit, he spreads his wings and.. and..  His hooves lift off the ground for a few marvelous seconds. It’s happening! It’s really happening! He’s flying and the yearling colt laughs, boisterous and proud and loud, until he’s not flying anymore.

Nashua is falling, and with all the grace of sinking rock, barrels into what he assumes is a log.

Close enough. It’s Amarine.

”Augh,” he groans as he rises to his hooves, glancing to the dark silhouettes of the fillies. Girls aren’t so bad, Elio had told him. They are when you fly into them, he thinks, still struggling to rearrange his wings and legs in the dark.

”Ama? Fech? What in the Four Winds are you two doing?”

The same question could easily be asked of him - hence why Nash asked it first.