It's easy to fall into a lull with Elio when he looks like that.
It's easy to find peace in a moment when Nashua has felt like there is a storm brewing on the horizon, even if he can't see it. Even if he only feels it from time to time. A stirring in the air, an undercurrent in the breeze that charges it. That tells Nash things are going to change again and he needs to be prepared.
But for what?
His green eyes are looking out at the autumn sea, capping with white as the waves break towards Taiga's rocky shore. Nashua's nostrils flare with the gust of wind that brings an incoming tide of salt and brine with it. The adolescent pegasus stares out past the rocky crags from this corner of their world and towards the horizon. His wings ruffle with the wind and something in the young stallion can't quite seem to settle. His young mind is filling with thoughts of the Icicle Isle and Nerine, of how he is soon going to be of an age where he might be useful to Taiga.
Yanhua had mentioned the idea of wanting to do more for the Redwoods now that they were leaving their foalhood behind them and it had stuck with Nashua. He wanted to do more, too. But how? How when their only role so far has only been Wards of the Woods?
Elio tells him that there is nothing wrong with and Nash finds himself leaning into his brother's words. They provide steadiness for the younger striped pegasus and he wants (so badly) to carve a truth from them; something resilient like the impressive Redwoods that stand guard behind him. Another burst of air blows past the pair but it carries something more than the chilling bite of fall. There is something more on the wind besides frost, something else that lingers between the glass-like layers of cold and sun.
Nashua's lean sides heave with the bewilderment that Elio projected and something in his chest stirred with the love. It makes his eyes widen and the yearling side-stepped from his older brother. "L-like that," stammers the younger pegasus. "But n-not." When he glances up to Fire Wing, he is struggling to explain himself. How does he describe what just happened? He's never been the recipient of such projected magic and as his brother tucks back it back within himself - as neatly as he might one his vibrant red feathers - Nash stands, astonished.
"Like family," the boy says, finally able to control the tremor in his tenor voice. "Brothers," Nash says again, admitting the word out loud. There is a part of him that thinks his mother wouldn't approve of this but she is no longer here to ask. Hasn't been here for almost a year.
And @[elio] is.
"Did you know?"
It's easy to find peace in a moment when Nashua has felt like there is a storm brewing on the horizon, even if he can't see it. Even if he only feels it from time to time. A stirring in the air, an undercurrent in the breeze that charges it. That tells Nash things are going to change again and he needs to be prepared.
But for what?
His green eyes are looking out at the autumn sea, capping with white as the waves break towards Taiga's rocky shore. Nashua's nostrils flare with the gust of wind that brings an incoming tide of salt and brine with it. The adolescent pegasus stares out past the rocky crags from this corner of their world and towards the horizon. His wings ruffle with the wind and something in the young stallion can't quite seem to settle. His young mind is filling with thoughts of the Icicle Isle and Nerine, of how he is soon going to be of an age where he might be useful to Taiga.
Yanhua had mentioned the idea of wanting to do more for the Redwoods now that they were leaving their foalhood behind them and it had stuck with Nashua. He wanted to do more, too. But how? How when their only role so far has only been Wards of the Woods?
Elio tells him that there is nothing wrong with and Nash finds himself leaning into his brother's words. They provide steadiness for the younger striped pegasus and he wants (so badly) to carve a truth from them; something resilient like the impressive Redwoods that stand guard behind him. Another burst of air blows past the pair but it carries something more than the chilling bite of fall. There is something more on the wind besides frost, something else that lingers between the glass-like layers of cold and sun.
Nashua's lean sides heave with the bewilderment that Elio projected and something in his chest stirred with the love. It makes his eyes widen and the yearling side-stepped from his older brother. "L-like that," stammers the younger pegasus. "But n-not." When he glances up to Fire Wing, he is struggling to explain himself. How does he describe what just happened? He's never been the recipient of such projected magic and as his brother tucks back it back within himself - as neatly as he might one his vibrant red feathers - Nash stands, astonished.
"Like family," the boy says, finally able to control the tremor in his tenor voice. "Brothers," Nash says again, admitting the word out loud. There is a part of him that thinks his mother wouldn't approve of this but she is no longer here to ask. Hasn't been here for almost a year.
And @[elio] is.
"Did you know?"
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