Nashua should have paid better attention. His (and Yanhua’s) mother had tried her best to impart what knowledge she had of Beqanna and her kingdoms - what the histories were behind their creation, and what reputations they crafted for themselves. What he knows (to his young, untested, and rather distracted mind) is that the North - Nerine, Taiga, Icicle Isle - represents home and that Pangea seems to thrive on chaos and the creation of thunderstorms. The rest?
Loess remains an unexplored corner of Nashua’s compass - it’s rolling foothills inviting and enticing to the winding mind of a someday adventurer. Tephra is where the needle of it has pointed today and what it has revealed makes him smile; a balanced introduction to the land of the rising volcano in the West.
His green eyes linger on Yanhua briefly, feeling that familiar twinge of emotion in his copper chest. Yan was dreaming again. Of what, he wonders? The easy-going smile on Nash’s pale face doesn’t falter but he still tries to imagine what his brother’s gift allows him to daydream. It’s another difference between the pair - emerald eyes to Spanish blue ones, stripes to a birthmark, wings to horns.
It’s something that usually leaves him feeling uneasy.
When he looks to the buckskin filly again, Nash takes new notice of her. Laia has wings where Locheed has scales; she has antlers where her sister has spikes. The brothers have been forced to grow up fast and realizing the differences between the girls brings about another revelation that might help Nash grow a little wiser, too. That the differences between himself and Yanhua don’t need to be categorized as one thing or another. They are just that - differences that share a commonality in Beqanna that one horse could be as unique as the next. Twins included.
Yanhua’s teasing emerges and breaks his rather deep speculation. The friendly smile quirks into a wide grin at his brother’s remark. "Always,” he answers, laughter warming his tenor voice. If his ‘trouble’ offered a bit of distraction for his blonde-haired twin today, even better.
Looking back to @[Laia] again (and nodding briefly in polite recognition that it was the other twins' birthday), Nashua playfully inquires, "What kind of trouble?” Perhaps, he thinks, they mean a romp up of the side of that tempting volcano that he is so eager to explore. He’s never seen a stream of lava before and it’s a compelling thought for a colt with wanderlust burning in his veins.
It’s not lava or volcanos they offer, but rather the element that Nashua was named after. Water. A waterfall. The yearling shakes his head that he hasn’t seen one, glancing sidelong to his younger brother. He hears the enthusiasm in @[Locheed]’s voice and it strikes a chord with him; he would like to see one. It could be another adventure for Nash, one he could share with Yanhua if his twin was so inclined.
The scaled filly who recommended cliff-jumping sidestepped away from her sister and the chestnut pegasus eyes her speculatively. Jump off a waterfall? Nashua flicks his flaxen tail, though some part of him imagines the thrill of it. Dreams of it in a way that might perhaps, not be so different from his twin. The yearling takes her daredevil question as he does most though; in easy stride and joking nature. "Is that how Tephrans have fun?” He teases. Nash shakes his head and angles it back to @[Yanhua], "We just spend most of our time getting lost in the fog. No need to see where you’re going when you can’t see it, anyway.”
Loess remains an unexplored corner of Nashua’s compass - it’s rolling foothills inviting and enticing to the winding mind of a someday adventurer. Tephra is where the needle of it has pointed today and what it has revealed makes him smile; a balanced introduction to the land of the rising volcano in the West.
His green eyes linger on Yanhua briefly, feeling that familiar twinge of emotion in his copper chest. Yan was dreaming again. Of what, he wonders? The easy-going smile on Nash’s pale face doesn’t falter but he still tries to imagine what his brother’s gift allows him to daydream. It’s another difference between the pair - emerald eyes to Spanish blue ones, stripes to a birthmark, wings to horns.
It’s something that usually leaves him feeling uneasy.
When he looks to the buckskin filly again, Nash takes new notice of her. Laia has wings where Locheed has scales; she has antlers where her sister has spikes. The brothers have been forced to grow up fast and realizing the differences between the girls brings about another revelation that might help Nash grow a little wiser, too. That the differences between himself and Yanhua don’t need to be categorized as one thing or another. They are just that - differences that share a commonality in Beqanna that one horse could be as unique as the next. Twins included.
Yanhua’s teasing emerges and breaks his rather deep speculation. The friendly smile quirks into a wide grin at his brother’s remark. "Always,” he answers, laughter warming his tenor voice. If his ‘trouble’ offered a bit of distraction for his blonde-haired twin today, even better.
Looking back to @[Laia] again (and nodding briefly in polite recognition that it was the other twins' birthday), Nashua playfully inquires, "What kind of trouble?” Perhaps, he thinks, they mean a romp up of the side of that tempting volcano that he is so eager to explore. He’s never seen a stream of lava before and it’s a compelling thought for a colt with wanderlust burning in his veins.
It’s not lava or volcanos they offer, but rather the element that Nashua was named after. Water. A waterfall. The yearling shakes his head that he hasn’t seen one, glancing sidelong to his younger brother. He hears the enthusiasm in @[Locheed]’s voice and it strikes a chord with him; he would like to see one. It could be another adventure for Nash, one he could share with Yanhua if his twin was so inclined.
The scaled filly who recommended cliff-jumping sidestepped away from her sister and the chestnut pegasus eyes her speculatively. Jump off a waterfall? Nashua flicks his flaxen tail, though some part of him imagines the thrill of it. Dreams of it in a way that might perhaps, not be so different from his twin. The yearling takes her daredevil question as he does most though; in easy stride and joking nature. "Is that how Tephrans have fun?” He teases. Nash shakes his head and angles it back to @[Yanhua], "We just spend most of our time getting lost in the fog. No need to see where you’re going when you can’t see it, anyway.”
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