[private] It gets inside you, and starts to fill you up; Nashua

[Nashua]

Nashua does not have the sea is in his eyes but the reflection of the cresting waves is there. There is no blue in his gaze; it is entirely viridian and full of forests in summer. Nash's eyes are not shimmering the mysteries of the stars or the endless depth of midnight. The young stallion is standing there with the images of storms and surf crashing towards the Isle's rocky shore and the chestnut pegasus looks almost pensive.

While he is casting his gaze out to the endless ocean - like a patient fisherman, like if he continually throws his thoughts to the tides, there could be an answer netted or reeled. The expression doesn't last long (such things never do with Nash. His thoughts are like his travels). There isn't more time to test his fortitude against the coming tide when a cry cuts through the crisp autumn air. @[Leilan]. He knows the call well by now. It's echoed across the Isle for the months that Nashua has been here and now it spreads across the entire North. They all look to him, now.

He grins and wonders how to answer the Freyr without sounding foolish. Nash had been staring at that wide, wild horizon again. He had been thinking about what lays out there and ahead, too. (His mind fills with an image of the statue from Pangea, illuminated by lightning. He thinks of Tephra and the smoldering volcano. There is even the pale girl from Nerine gliding through his thoughts, even though it has been weeks since he has seen Noel last.) "I was trying to find Cormorant," the young stallion admits his reason for being on the Isle coastline. "I was thinking that the next trip I make will be to Ischia and wondered if he might accompany me."

The pegasus had been a small foal the last time he had walked across the white beaches and he thinks (or does he imagine?) that he can recall something about the pale sand at night. Hadn't it glowed like the stars? There's a memory tucked in the back of his mind of Yanhua and he marveling at the bioluminescence of the shore, of his mother saying that it was made of stardust and moonbeams. There's a knot of guilt in his gut and Nashua reminds himself that a visit to the Redwoods is due soon as well. The growing stallion asks, "You've been before, haven't you?" Most likely, the answer is yes. (Is there anywhere in Beqanna the frosted Freyr hasn't been?) The way that Nash glances up to him - half expectant, the remaining half curious - wonders more of when.

What does a Dragon do in the tropics? The Nereids are lovely, he's heard.

NASHUA