[open] If your lost and you look you will find me; Any

[Nashua]

If it had been Nashua’s sister who greeted the buckskin boy on these cold shores, their initial meeting might have gone differently. But his sister is rarely on his mind, not when there are troubles on the forefront of his mind. Not when there is an entire kingdom to place in front of that.

But not for much longer, the Freyr consoles himself. Soon, Reave would be the one at the helm of the North and Nash would…

Would what?

Try to make amends with Noel? Try to find his missing twin, mother, and now niece?
Try to make peace with his son, Bolder?
Hunt down Gale and finally end the Curse?

Nashua didn’t even know where to begin. There was still Illuminae to find. There were his children, those grown who had left Taiga, and his youngest, Wylder, who still dwelled within it to find. He had been King of the North so long that the thought that he would soon no longer be that seemed (felt) foreign to him. But he had told Reave that the kingdom would be better suited in Nerine, and he would still remain on the Isle. Despite his misgivings of how he felt about relinquishing his title, he was certain that the North would be better suited by the move.

They rarely got recruits, but the few that braved the great Northern sea and remained on Beqanna’s most Northern point could receive training in battling others and the brutal elements, if they wished.

He had known for some time that there was a new arrival on their shores. But the boy that had come to the Isle hadn’t been seriously harmed, and for all that Nash could sense, he only boasted a few bruises. They would heal easily enough. But the copper pegasus found himself coming back to this glass beach after his patrols - always near enough that he could sense the new arrival - though he hadn’t yet disturbed him. Nash hadn’t planned on coming near Fyr’s cave, but there had been a familiar rumbling that echoed from the cavern and the winged stallion knew Leilan’s voice.

It was the voice of the man who had raised him.

”Is that where you’ve been?” Nashua asked the Ice Mage, and despite the cold surrounding them, his voice warmed at the sight of his mentor. ”Easy, Flicker.” The Northern King called out to the young horse, allowing his own glow to illuminate the darkness in the cave. It revealed a striped stallion, winged with a pale, blazed face that looked towards the fiery colt. ”No need to burn down a glacier, yea?”

@Fyr @Leilan