“blood in the cut”

[Nashua]

NASHUA

There is someone out there.

His ears are forward and alert and suddenly, his exhaustion is forgotten (if only for a moment - he is young and will need his rest.) He can hear the hoofsteps coming behind him and emboldened knowing that his Mother is approaching, the flaxen child takes another step closer to try and see the pair better.

His green eyes squint to make out the shapes (he sees one, the painted one who lingers in the front. He pays no mind to the stallion in the back - not when his Mother is so close.) "Resting?” he chirps. "But you’re still awake.”

"Nashua-,” a silver voice cuts in the back. "I’m sorry,” his Mother apologizes and the copper colt looks up at her. "I was wondering if they got lost too,” though Nashua knows that his getting lost wasn’t completely unintentional. 

He had only wanted some space to prove that he was every bit as gifted as his brother. Straying so far from Taiga had not been intentional.

"If you are lost,” the boy starts as he studies the pair, thinking that could be the only reason they were out here. In Taiga, they were safe beneath the strong canopy of trees. In Nerine, they were protected by towering walls of granite. "We could help. We’re going North.”

Grinning, he looks up at his Mother through the darkness. He remembered, his young face says. He knew how to get home. He would have found it, eventually. 

and for every king that died
they would crown another

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@[kota]