[private] In the light of the moon; [Leilan]

[Nashua]

stars when you shine, you know how i feel
oh freedom is mine

"Fun?" Nashua chimes in. The chestnut pegasus allowed himself to come into full view, taking off the cloak of his invisibility and appearing before Yanhua. His brother relaxed into the velvet shadows of night and Nash followed suit, growing comfortable in the presence of his brother (and the fact that if anything did happen upon them, well, there was two instead of one) as the glow from Yanhua's mane illuminated them both.

"We could have gone to Islandres for fun," the striped stallion says, "or Ischia. I hear the Pampas is lovely as well." Nash says, mentioning the names of places that seem (obviously) synonymous with beauty in Beqanna.

Yanhua finally gets the pull for fun and it calls him to Pangea.

He'd have more to add but [Leilan] finally emerges and Nashua gives the Dragon King his attention, turning his blazed face to look up at his mentor.  The humor emanating from the roan leader is almost as comforting as Yanhua's glow. Nashua is grateful for them both and quiets as he listens to Leilan ask about Pangea, about why Yanhua had sent the echo out in the first place. His copper ears flick in the direction of his brother and the striped stallion considers everything that Yan is explaining.

Without the glimpse of echo to imagine, what his brother is claiming is... alot.

Nashua knows some things about Pangea. He has never gone to the East because that had been the one thing Leilan had requested of him. And the truth was Nash never had much desire to see the kingdom that had held his mother hostage; it belonged in the past, where it could be forgotten and not dwelled upon. But that was where @[Yanhua] had gone and it seemed the timing had been right for his brother to take an 'adventure' of his own - the information that Yan was revealing wouldn't have otherwise reached the North for months.

The Raven Queen had attempted to rise one of the old Beqanna kingdoms, something that the Fey themselves struck down. And by meddling with that old power, it seemed to have taken Straia down with it. Nashua shuddered, thinking that what Yanhua was speaking of revealed a simple and yet dangerous truth to Magic: that there was always a price for it. A cosmic give and take. Knock it out of balance and the consequences could be cataclysmic.

(And leave it up to the Pangeans - lovers of chaos - to try and knock it out of balance.)

There is a grim set around his eyes, a firm line pressing his pale lips tightly together. He eyes Yanhua first and then looks to the Freyr, "so what might this mean for the North?"

NASHUA

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