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living like we're renegades - Gale - 06-26-2020
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RE: living like we're renegades - Nashua - 07-11-2020
He has time for one last trip. One last 'grand adventure', as Yanhua likes to call them, before winter sets in. Nashua had thought about flying to Leilan's island again. The young stallion wasn't averse to the idea of another trip to see the Freyr of Icicle Isle and his young ward, Alcinder. But then, he had already made that journey. His mind is already dreaming of a new adventure. Beyond Tephra, perhaps? The early autumn weather was still fair and this day (though thunderheads loomed) might prove to be another unseasonably warm and pleasant one. He is teased again for his capriciousness by his twin but the promise that grinning Nash makes is the same: he'll be back.
The day is beckoning to Nashua and the sun is already higher than he'd like when he takes to the sky.
Though this day had started amiable enough (the breezes light, the currents fair), the darkening horizon is telling. The clouds look expectant with rain and one copper ear flicks, trying to determine if he hears a rumble of thunder in the distance. The wind picks up and Nashua can feel the temperature drop as the weather front pushes closer to the Tephran coast that the chestnut colt has left behind him. The young pegasus has a daredevil moment where thinks that he might attempt to ride out the approaching storm but even as fool-hardy as he can sometimes be, he uses his better judgment to rule against that idea. When he is older, maybe. When he has put his wings through a few more tests.
It sounds like the kind of idea that Celina would approve of, anyway.
As the dropping temperature continues to rise, Nashua lowers his elevation and he's rather a turbulent sight in the sky above when he isn't flapping his auburn wings. With his wings spread out, he can't soar long and it makes his landing on the island beach more of a nosedive than he intended. Not the most graceful of landings but as a coming two-year-old, Nash still has time to figure those out. He will figure them out because the young stallion has a determination to become as good of a flier as his elder siblings. The sand beneath his hooves is black, he realizes and takes a moment to consider it as he looks down between his forelegs. Similar to the beach he landed on when he visited Icicle Isle but the climate of the Resort is inviting. Warmer. Almost tropical, even though winter approaches the rest of Beqanna.
Nash glances out towards the ocean, regarding the hazy outlines of Tephra's volcano before he turns towards the smell of water. Looking to quenching his thirst after his flight, he follows the bright scent of water towards the center of the island. Nashua might have beat the storm but somebody beat him to the spring. The winged boy tilts his head inquisitively, regarding the blue tobiano in front of him. His green eyes linger on his white wings and flick briefly to the horns (reminding him of his brother) before he smiles, lopsided and boyish.
"It seems great minds think alike," says his greeting to the elder pegasus as the younger approached the spring. "Did the storm force you to land here too?"
The other stallion smells like salt and brine, of the marsh grass around them so Nash assumes not.
But he's made wrong assumptions before.
The day is beckoning to Nashua and the sun is already higher than he'd like when he takes to the sky.
Though this day had started amiable enough (the breezes light, the currents fair), the darkening horizon is telling. The clouds look expectant with rain and one copper ear flicks, trying to determine if he hears a rumble of thunder in the distance. The wind picks up and Nashua can feel the temperature drop as the weather front pushes closer to the Tephran coast that the chestnut colt has left behind him. The young pegasus has a daredevil moment where thinks that he might attempt to ride out the approaching storm but even as fool-hardy as he can sometimes be, he uses his better judgment to rule against that idea. When he is older, maybe. When he has put his wings through a few more tests.
It sounds like the kind of idea that Celina would approve of, anyway.
As the dropping temperature continues to rise, Nashua lowers his elevation and he's rather a turbulent sight in the sky above when he isn't flapping his auburn wings. With his wings spread out, he can't soar long and it makes his landing on the island beach more of a nosedive than he intended. Not the most graceful of landings but as a coming two-year-old, Nash still has time to figure those out. He will figure them out because the young stallion has a determination to become as good of a flier as his elder siblings. The sand beneath his hooves is black, he realizes and takes a moment to consider it as he looks down between his forelegs. Similar to the beach he landed on when he visited Icicle Isle but the climate of the Resort is inviting. Warmer. Almost tropical, even though winter approaches the rest of Beqanna.
Nash glances out towards the ocean, regarding the hazy outlines of Tephra's volcano before he turns towards the smell of water. Looking to quenching his thirst after his flight, he follows the bright scent of water towards the center of the island. Nashua might have beat the storm but somebody beat him to the spring. The winged boy tilts his head inquisitively, regarding the blue tobiano in front of him. His green eyes linger on his white wings and flick briefly to the horns (reminding him of his brother) before he smiles, lopsided and boyish.
"It seems great minds think alike," says his greeting to the elder pegasus as the younger approached the spring. "Did the storm force you to land here too?"
The other stallion smells like salt and brine, of the marsh grass around them so Nash assumes not.
But he's made wrong assumptions before.
nashua
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@[Gale]
RE: living like we're renegades - Gale - 07-13-2020
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RE: living like we're renegades - Nashua - 07-17-2020
It’s funny that Gale is thinking about family because that is where Nashua’s mind is, too. Smiling at the navy tobiano, it’s hard for him not to think of his family. The blue pegasus sports a rather unusual mane and Nash has only seen it before on one other horse.
It’s something that elicits a broad, youthful grin on his copper face.
"How did you stumble across paradise?” the younger stallion asks playfully as his tail flicks away the few insects that buzz around the winged adolescent as he comes to a respectful stop before the Resort’s inhabitant. ”I was hoping to reach Ischia,” he explains and turns to look over his shoulder to the South, where the hazy outline of the other island lingers lush and vibrant green.
Another tropical paradise, he vaguely remembers from his youth.
Perhaps not so different from this one. And ever the explorer, Nash doesn’t mind a distraction. He doesn’t mind changes when they reveal new places and the possibility of a new friend (sibling?). It makes his grin all the wider when he turns his attention back to Gale.
"It’s alright that I stay, then?” the copper colt asks, the smile faltering briefly. ”I can be on my way as soon as the storm blows by.” Nashua explains, hoping that the other stallion doesn’t find his presence upsetting. He'd rather risk a storm than an another stallion's wraith. His dual-toned companion just smiles though and states his name, one that belonged to his favorite phrases as a youth.
('By the Gusts and Gales', his mother used to recite to him and Yanhua when they had been small. When she had told them wonderful, lovely stories to fill their heads so they would turn into dreams.)
It seems fitting that he meets one now - a @[Gale].
"My name is Nashua,” he says with a nod and then boyishly explains with that charming grin, "I came from Taiga.”
It’s something that elicits a broad, youthful grin on his copper face.
"How did you stumble across paradise?” the younger stallion asks playfully as his tail flicks away the few insects that buzz around the winged adolescent as he comes to a respectful stop before the Resort’s inhabitant. ”I was hoping to reach Ischia,” he explains and turns to look over his shoulder to the South, where the hazy outline of the other island lingers lush and vibrant green.
Another tropical paradise, he vaguely remembers from his youth.
Perhaps not so different from this one. And ever the explorer, Nash doesn’t mind a distraction. He doesn’t mind changes when they reveal new places and the possibility of a new friend (sibling?). It makes his grin all the wider when he turns his attention back to Gale.
"It’s alright that I stay, then?” the copper colt asks, the smile faltering briefly. ”I can be on my way as soon as the storm blows by.” Nashua explains, hoping that the other stallion doesn’t find his presence upsetting. He'd rather risk a storm than an another stallion's wraith. His dual-toned companion just smiles though and states his name, one that belonged to his favorite phrases as a youth.
('By the Gusts and Gales', his mother used to recite to him and Yanhua when they had been small. When she had told them wonderful, lovely stories to fill their heads so they would turn into dreams.)
It seems fitting that he meets one now - a @[Gale].
"My name is Nashua,” he says with a nod and then boyishly explains with that charming grin, "I came from Taiga.”
nashua
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RE: living like we're renegades - Gale - 07-18-2020
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RE: living like we're renegades - Nashua - 07-18-2020
If he is glowing, Nashua doesn’t notice. It happens, sometimes, when an emotion distracts him from keeping his shine in control. The adolescent is so focused on the white wings, of the spinal mane of the blue tobiano that he doesn’t realize the soft glow that has started to emanate from his stripes.
His emerald eyes are tracing the lines of the perlino stripes on his neck and finally noticing the iridescent sheen that comes off Gale. It solidifies his earlier assumption and so Nash tilts his head to one side, listening to his elder (another!) brother explain that he had been invited here by the previous ruler. That he was now leader of this odd island with its black beaches and trees that weren’t quite right.
Nashua nods his head, showing that he was following the conversation though his mind was still processing this latest revelation. Another sibling.
"Thank you,” the younger stallion says. It doesn’t happen very often to Nash but he finds himself without words, unsure what to say besides his gratification. He wonders if the Island Resort was still quiet. What had happened to make @[Gale] seek the quiet in the first place?
What his half-brother wonders is something that Nash wasn’t expecting and the chestnut adolescent blinks in surprise, his brown wings settling against his sides. "Celina?” he asks. "You don’t know her name?” That was odd, he thinks. Celina knew Elio and she had told Nashua about Pteron. She had even mentioned that there had been other siblings. Other brothers and sisters (though Nash hasn’t been told about his younger, missing one). "Do you know the names of the other ones?”
His emerald eyes are tracing the lines of the perlino stripes on his neck and finally noticing the iridescent sheen that comes off Gale. It solidifies his earlier assumption and so Nash tilts his head to one side, listening to his elder (another!) brother explain that he had been invited here by the previous ruler. That he was now leader of this odd island with its black beaches and trees that weren’t quite right.
Nashua nods his head, showing that he was following the conversation though his mind was still processing this latest revelation. Another sibling.
"Thank you,” the younger stallion says. It doesn’t happen very often to Nash but he finds himself without words, unsure what to say besides his gratification. He wonders if the Island Resort was still quiet. What had happened to make @[Gale] seek the quiet in the first place?
What his half-brother wonders is something that Nash wasn’t expecting and the chestnut adolescent blinks in surprise, his brown wings settling against his sides. "Celina?” he asks. "You don’t know her name?” That was odd, he thinks. Celina knew Elio and she had told Nashua about Pteron. She had even mentioned that there had been other siblings. Other brothers and sisters (though Nash hasn’t been told about his younger, missing one). "Do you know the names of the other ones?”
nashua
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RE: living like we're renegades - Gale - 07-27-2020
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RE: living like we're renegades - Nashua - 07-30-2020
Nashua had been born in the dark. He had been as he is now - softly glowing. From where the maturing pegasus stands, Gale loosens the hold of his younger brother's magic with his (concerned?) expression. There is trouble on the horizon, a brewing storm that doesn't linger only there. It's a flash - like a lightning strike, there and gone - but something darkens the gaze of the older stallion. Nash doesn't have the gift of his maternal siblings; he only has the dark wings that he holds firmly against his chestnut sides and the healing that Celina revealed. The one she told him that he shared with his other brothers.
He can't share with Gale what he knows. What his family has (so far) looked like.
It makes him smile to hear their shared sister's name said so gently. Nash's concern almost fades as he takes step towards the blue tobiano. Truthfully, the young stallion knew that there was little to nothing soft or gentle about his elder sister. But that was the predator in her, wasn't it? She was as unpredictable as the storms that rolled through Taiga in summer and Nash - child of a tight-lipped, poised parent - it had made him adore the pale pegasus even more. For those unexpected moments of tenderness. For Nashua - who had been born in the dark - he had loved those bright, electric flashes of light she revealed. As wild and primal as any @[Gale] or squall.
The brindle pegasus reveals that he's never seen their iridescent sister with his own eyes and Nash tilts his head inquisitively. Did he borrow sight from others? He must, just without sound, if he didn't know their names. What about the other senses? The part of Nash that loves to explore wants to nosedive into this new knowledge - this Magic that his brother has - but the young pegasus decides to fill in where Gale's gift couldn't. "Elio," he says with a laugh and his green eyes brighten with filial affection. The other half-brother had taken on a role somewhere between father and brother, filling in a hole that Wolfbane's departure left behind. (He'd been told that his father was off doing great things; that his father was greatly cursed was never mentioned to him.)
And then his blazed face turns thoughtful, thinking of the brother that he came into the world with.
"Yanhua," he elaborates with fondness coloring his tenor voice. It vanishes though - mixes with a whirling confusion before he jerks his head abruptly up: "You mean Aunt Nev? You mean that-" That the colt she'd brought back from wherever she had been was another sibling. It doesn't sit right in his gut and it twists in response, creating an expression that echoes the storm clouds that had been forming on Gale's navy face. (He'd heard about the little pegasus, about those gold dapples not so different from his gilded stripes.) Lightning strikes and an ominous roll of thunder churns from somewhere deep within Nashua.
A storm of emotion. The other one - the tangible one - becomes forgotten entirely.
He listens to the familiar name of Pteron, of this other brother he's never met but could also heal himself. Of another sister, Marni. As he learns that the stallion before him was like Nash, that he hadn't come into this world alone either. That he knew what it was like to belong to someone other than yourself before you even take your first step, who is with you from those very first heartbeats. He names the two points of his trinity; Tiercel and Eyas. It's Yanhua who he thinks of now, who counterbalances him from free-falling into the heaviness he suddenly feels.
"Another-," he interjects before he understands what Gale was implying. A sibling that didn't belong to the rest of them. Had his mother done it, then? Had she given up on them entirely and decided to have another family somewhere else? "She's alive?" Nash asks with his ears flicking back, the words falling flat and deceptively devoid of the tumultuous emotion that is raging (monsooning) in his aching chest. He shouldn't ask; not when this family web he's stumbled across is so tangled and knotted.
"Can you see if she'll come home?"
He can't share with Gale what he knows. What his family has (so far) looked like.
It makes him smile to hear their shared sister's name said so gently. Nash's concern almost fades as he takes step towards the blue tobiano. Truthfully, the young stallion knew that there was little to nothing soft or gentle about his elder sister. But that was the predator in her, wasn't it? She was as unpredictable as the storms that rolled through Taiga in summer and Nash - child of a tight-lipped, poised parent - it had made him adore the pale pegasus even more. For those unexpected moments of tenderness. For Nashua - who had been born in the dark - he had loved those bright, electric flashes of light she revealed. As wild and primal as any @[Gale] or squall.
The brindle pegasus reveals that he's never seen their iridescent sister with his own eyes and Nash tilts his head inquisitively. Did he borrow sight from others? He must, just without sound, if he didn't know their names. What about the other senses? The part of Nash that loves to explore wants to nosedive into this new knowledge - this Magic that his brother has - but the young pegasus decides to fill in where Gale's gift couldn't. "Elio," he says with a laugh and his green eyes brighten with filial affection. The other half-brother had taken on a role somewhere between father and brother, filling in a hole that Wolfbane's departure left behind. (He'd been told that his father was off doing great things; that his father was greatly cursed was never mentioned to him.)
And then his blazed face turns thoughtful, thinking of the brother that he came into the world with.
"Yanhua," he elaborates with fondness coloring his tenor voice. It vanishes though - mixes with a whirling confusion before he jerks his head abruptly up: "You mean Aunt Nev? You mean that-" That the colt she'd brought back from wherever she had been was another sibling. It doesn't sit right in his gut and it twists in response, creating an expression that echoes the storm clouds that had been forming on Gale's navy face. (He'd heard about the little pegasus, about those gold dapples not so different from his gilded stripes.) Lightning strikes and an ominous roll of thunder churns from somewhere deep within Nashua.
A storm of emotion. The other one - the tangible one - becomes forgotten entirely.
He listens to the familiar name of Pteron, of this other brother he's never met but could also heal himself. Of another sister, Marni. As he learns that the stallion before him was like Nash, that he hadn't come into this world alone either. That he knew what it was like to belong to someone other than yourself before you even take your first step, who is with you from those very first heartbeats. He names the two points of his trinity; Tiercel and Eyas. It's Yanhua who he thinks of now, who counterbalances him from free-falling into the heaviness he suddenly feels.
"Another-," he interjects before he understands what Gale was implying. A sibling that didn't belong to the rest of them. Had his mother done it, then? Had she given up on them entirely and decided to have another family somewhere else? "She's alive?" Nash asks with his ears flicking back, the words falling flat and deceptively devoid of the tumultuous emotion that is raging (monsooning) in his aching chest. He shouldn't ask; not when this family web he's stumbled across is so tangled and knotted.
"Can you see if she'll come home?"
nashua
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RE: living like we're renegades - Gale - 07-31-2020
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RE: living like we're renegades - Nashua - 07-31-2020
He likes Gale's smile. It's an easy thing to bask against; to use it to prop himself up against the darkness that has spread into this conversation. The smile on the older stallion makes him recall hazy, summer days in Taiga when the extent of his worries had been if he would be quick enough to keep up with longer-legged Yanhua. Golden days that glinted off the shining sides of Elio. Brighter evenings that had been illuminated by Celina's "stars" (because he never could convince himself they were just bugs) as he crept along twilight tidal pools.
Before his father disappeared.
Before his mother vanished.
Days that, had @[Gale] looked through his eyes, would have appeared rosy and happy.
Nashua has always enjoyed meeting his siblings. There had been some part of him that had been thrilled to discover that it just wasn't he and Yanhua, that there was more to his family than he knew about. (He never wondered about why there were so many; in his ignorance, he assumed that they were like he and his twin - an outcome of autumn.) The copper pegasus had always compared meeting his half-siblings to finding another piece of himself. An internal scavenger hunt that spread across Beqanna. An adventure just waiting to happen.
When Gale's smile falls with the coming storm, Nash's brow furrows in a concerned line. He doesn't move towards the tobiano but his head starts to reach out, like he might offer some type of physical support to the pegasus he hadn't known before today. A moment of tenderness between the distant knells of thunder that echoes along the black sand beach to where they stand. His older brother opens his shocking blue eyes and shakes his head, that he can't see anything. Nashua had can hardly be disappointed; he had woken this morning with the same revelation he always has where it concerns Lilliana. That she might not ever come back.
"Thank you," he says, aware that his voice came out much quieter than he intended. It was almost drowned out by the sound of the surf and the wind that had started to pick up, gusting by them. "If it won't put him in danger," Nashua speaks while giving a firm (appreciative) nod of his head. The chestnut glances up to where the bird - Erne - has perched himself among the spikes of the palm. The look doesn't last long.
The storm bellows closer than it had been before and Nash pulls his brown wings tighter against his sides, trying to ignore the sudden drop in temperature. "I don't know much about Pangea," he admits before his expression tightens. "There was some conflict when I was younger between Taiga and the East but all I've heard is that its a land of strange beasts and predators." Fantastical creatures. The type of characters that could (and should) remind a foal not wander too far from their dam. He and Popinjay had encountered two when he had been barely a yearling; a horned, scaled giant of a stallion and his red-eyed companion. A brief confrontation that he hadn't given much thought to until... well, now.
Nash blinks.
"Who do you know in Pangea?"
Before his father disappeared.
Before his mother vanished.
Days that, had @[Gale] looked through his eyes, would have appeared rosy and happy.
Nashua has always enjoyed meeting his siblings. There had been some part of him that had been thrilled to discover that it just wasn't he and Yanhua, that there was more to his family than he knew about. (He never wondered about why there were so many; in his ignorance, he assumed that they were like he and his twin - an outcome of autumn.) The copper pegasus had always compared meeting his half-siblings to finding another piece of himself. An internal scavenger hunt that spread across Beqanna. An adventure just waiting to happen.
When Gale's smile falls with the coming storm, Nash's brow furrows in a concerned line. He doesn't move towards the tobiano but his head starts to reach out, like he might offer some type of physical support to the pegasus he hadn't known before today. A moment of tenderness between the distant knells of thunder that echoes along the black sand beach to where they stand. His older brother opens his shocking blue eyes and shakes his head, that he can't see anything. Nashua had can hardly be disappointed; he had woken this morning with the same revelation he always has where it concerns Lilliana. That she might not ever come back.
"Thank you," he says, aware that his voice came out much quieter than he intended. It was almost drowned out by the sound of the surf and the wind that had started to pick up, gusting by them. "If it won't put him in danger," Nashua speaks while giving a firm (appreciative) nod of his head. The chestnut glances up to where the bird - Erne - has perched himself among the spikes of the palm. The look doesn't last long.
The storm bellows closer than it had been before and Nash pulls his brown wings tighter against his sides, trying to ignore the sudden drop in temperature. "I don't know much about Pangea," he admits before his expression tightens. "There was some conflict when I was younger between Taiga and the East but all I've heard is that its a land of strange beasts and predators." Fantastical creatures. The type of characters that could (and should) remind a foal not wander too far from their dam. He and Popinjay had encountered two when he had been barely a yearling; a horned, scaled giant of a stallion and his red-eyed companion. A brief confrontation that he hadn't given much thought to until... well, now.
Nash blinks.
"Who do you know in Pangea?"
nashua
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