[open] living like we're renegades

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free   Nashua is closer when he opens his eyes, but Gale is silently appreciative of the concern he shows. He smiles, despite the ache behind his eyes, and reaches out to meet the other, gently touching his navy nose to the other’s tawny cheek. Though his memory is still incomplete, Gale had not needed it to know that he is at heart an affectionate creature. It rises, perhaps, from having shared a womb with two others, pressed tightly together and utterly inseparable. Eyas’ company these last few months has soothed the part of him that needs companionship, but he is still thrilled by Nashua’s unexpected visit, and treats the younger boy much as he would any of the siblings that he had named. The soft touch ends at Nashua’s quiet thanks, and Gale nods. The brindle stallion meets the yellow eyes of the bird, who tilts his pale head and shuffles his wings in agreement. “He will,” Gale replies, “Even if he has to give up fish for a few days.” There is a bit of humor when he says that, and a low keen from the bird suggests some inside joke. It is not his intent to exclude Nashua though, and he is quick to listen to his brother’s mention of Pangea. “Me neither,” Gale admits, “but Sharp Sister – Celina - ” he corrects himself without much pause, “was there when your mother was, and Wolfbane too, for a time.” After Eyas arrival and the story she had told, Gale has struggled to reconcile the few memories he has of their father with the creature that he has become. Calling him by his name makes it easier, he has found. “There are strange things there,” he adds, and shares with Nashua one such sight: A mare, hewn entirely from stone, lightning flashing around her in a way that suggest movement. Gale isn’t sure what the statue is, but scraps of sight in his dreams suggest there is a power to it, one that he cannot understand. The vision lasts only a moment. Gale cannot give more than that, and he feels the last of his magic slip away with it. There will be no more vision manipulation today, he knows, though a good night’s rest will replenish his reserve. @[Nashua]