[open] i left my daydreams at the gate; gar, any

[Nashua]

Nashua spends most of his time on the Isle. He mocks and he grows into that broad chest. He practices flying further distances and aspires to grow into the width of his wings. He listens to his Freyer and learns from the older colts that call Icicle Isle home. Time passes and Nashua drifts with it, soaring into the passage of months like he glides with a south-easterly breeze over the open ocean.

When winter is fierce - when it is still biting and frigid - these flights are few and far in between. But spring (with summer blowing sweet and warm on each updraft, a promise that is so close) allows the adolescent pegasus the chance to make a quick journey. Nashua intends - as he always does when he first spreads those glorious wings of his - to head to Taiga for a visit with twin, Yanhua, and his mother.

He likes to fill them on the antics of the other colts. He likes to tell them the stories that he hears from his comrades that come from all corners of Beqanna. But most of all, he just enjoys being with his family again.

The wind blows more easterly than southerly today. Nashua - who can’t recall his last visit with his Aunt Brazen - decides to pay Nerine a visit first. Taiga remains fixed very firmly in his sights so that there will be time to travel between both places. He expects to find his bone-armored aunt in this corner of the Northern kingdom and his brow creases slightly when what he spies isn’t her at all.

It’s a girl - younger than him - painted in all the colors of the sky that he has just come from. His gait becomes brisk and with a purpose when he goes to greet her, taking on the role of a Diplomat though he doesn’t call this place home. His allegiance, he remembers, is to the North. And the North needs to be wary, he reminds himself.

Outsiders could bring danger.

"Can I help you?” he calls out so that she will see him long before Nashua comes to stop in front of her. He's curious as to why she's here. Scaring her now would serve no purpose at all. A smile tugs at one corner of his mouth though his stance leans the other way, to the direction of his home and where his family (and loyalty) resides. Nash tucks his wings tightly against his sides, weighing out all the reasons why a filly carrying the scents of Hyaline and Taiga (and other places that he has never been to) would be waiting on the edges of Nerine.

nashua

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@[cirilla] he was curious and wanted to come say hello