[open] About the things that we could be; ANY and ALL icicles

[Nashua]

(and it's harder than you think)
telling dreams from one another

He catches the faint movement of a nod from the painted stallion and then Nashua turns his attention back to the Freyr, waiting for what their leader might add. His copper ears flick forward and for a moment, Nash can forget the tender pain in his shoulder. It'll heal, he knows (eventually). For now, it stands as a testament to the monsters lurking throughout Beqanna.

Leilan talks about re-igniting the flame of the Isle and the young pegasus nods again. Some source of light would be helpful. "This... eclipse," he says slowly and then motions with his head towards the dim halo above them that had once been the moon or the sun, "might that be something else the Fae could help with?"

If they all ventured to the Mountain, Nashua even wondered if the Faeries might be inclined to offer some sort of insight to what was happening; perhaps how to bring the Sun back (ambitious, perhaps, but let it be known that Nash has always been a high-flier). His mother warned against the use of great Magicks but with a mate and a pair of yearlings sired within the Taiga, the chestnut thinks that their current ordeal could someday be classified as an epoch.

Great times call for Great Magicks, so to speak.

The young pegasus shifts his wings uneasily at the mention that this place was no sanctuary and he agrees with the older rogue. The Isle was hardly forgiving when the sun was shining. Without it? Only those acclimated (or with magical abilities) could reside on the barren islet. He looks back to the roan Freyr and Nashua dips his head in agreement. They had to do something. A smirk curls on the pale lips of the blazed stallion as his slender head rises.

He just needs to know one thing.

"When do we leave?"

NASHUA

@[Leilan] pony boy says 'LETS GO'