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.
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