Celina had planted in his head that really, the best way to learn how to fly with a little.. additional altitude. The fallen log he had been leaping off has lost its appeal as he’s gotten bigger and his legs have gotten longer. (Nash had been eyeing the cliffs that edge towards Nerine but there had been something of a warning in her glance when he had asked about it.)
So without cliffs and feeling limited with his logs, he grins wildly at Popinjay when she returns his idea with a smile that is madcap and full of gales.
Up and up they go, Nashua tucked neatly in her talons and the yearling things this has been the grandest adventure he’s taken so far. The view - coming starlight, the shadowed trees as they grow smaller - is certainly the best he’s seen. Nash is so enthralled with it that he doesn’t expect the plummet that comes swift and sure (he’ll fly like this someday, he’ll cut the air too). Where they had once climbed higher and higher, the fall even faster and Nashua feels his ears flick back and every muscle comes alive with anticipation.
This is it.
Popinjay drops him as easily as she flits around Taiga.
His neck arches and when he remembers to spread his wings, there is a pleasant gust of air that meets him. The ground is still coming fast but he can control the speed. It’s the control that he mistakes and what was a glide moments before quickly resumes into what the bay mare had probably intended: disaster.
Nashua crashes into a snowbank. It somewhat muffles his fall and when he raises his copper head to blink, his green eyes follow Popinjay as she laughs and dances into a crowd. The pegasus knows some - there is Lethy and her son, ‘Rocky’ and the chaos-chaser herself in the middle of the crowd.
His shoulder hurts but he moves forward, glancing between the crowd. It’s the stallion that Popinjay grins at that catches his attention. Nashua has certainly never seen a horse like that before and even for all his imaginings, Ghaul is not something his mind can conjure. His auburn wings settle against his slim sides. He takes a few steps forward, hesitating behind Popinjay but pricks his ears ahead.
There is tension in the air - but how can he focus on that when there is a stallion like that in front of him?
His mind can’t make up what Ghaul is and his eyes can’t seem to take him enough.
Nash looks up, tilting his head curiously to one side. The boy grins as he stops behind Poppy. "I like your horns.”
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So without cliffs and feeling limited with his logs, he grins wildly at Popinjay when she returns his idea with a smile that is madcap and full of gales.
Up and up they go, Nashua tucked neatly in her talons and the yearling things this has been the grandest adventure he’s taken so far. The view - coming starlight, the shadowed trees as they grow smaller - is certainly the best he’s seen. Nash is so enthralled with it that he doesn’t expect the plummet that comes swift and sure (he’ll fly like this someday, he’ll cut the air too). Where they had once climbed higher and higher, the fall even faster and Nashua feels his ears flick back and every muscle comes alive with anticipation.
This is it.
Popinjay drops him as easily as she flits around Taiga.
His neck arches and when he remembers to spread his wings, there is a pleasant gust of air that meets him. The ground is still coming fast but he can control the speed. It’s the control that he mistakes and what was a glide moments before quickly resumes into what the bay mare had probably intended: disaster.
Nashua crashes into a snowbank. It somewhat muffles his fall and when he raises his copper head to blink, his green eyes follow Popinjay as she laughs and dances into a crowd. The pegasus knows some - there is Lethy and her son, ‘Rocky’ and the chaos-chaser herself in the middle of the crowd.
His shoulder hurts but he moves forward, glancing between the crowd. It’s the stallion that Popinjay grins at that catches his attention. Nashua has certainly never seen a horse like that before and even for all his imaginings, Ghaul is not something his mind can conjure. His auburn wings settle against his slim sides. He takes a few steps forward, hesitating behind Popinjay but pricks his ears ahead.
There is tension in the air - but how can he focus on that when there is a stallion like that in front of him?
His mind can’t make up what Ghaul is and his eyes can’t seem to take him enough.
Nash looks up, tilting his head curiously to one side. The boy grins as he stops behind Poppy. "I like your horns.”
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