Mine is a Quest for a Mouthful of Skies

[Nashua]

NASHUA

Nashua knows nothing about his fear. His father is a monster and his mother would rather pretend the world isn’t as dark as it is. While the twins have their differences, their mother had encouraged their inquisitive natures, had nurtured their inclinations to wonder about the Magic of their world. To question it.

(In the case of Nash, the young colt could have done with a dash less of it.)

Lemme tell you a secret.

His copper ears prick and Nash lowers his head, coming closer to hear what she has to share.

All it takes is an instant and Beqanna works Her magic. Where there had been a mare moments before is gone. He blinks and lifts his head, listening, trying to catch her with sound. The boy doesn’t even wonder about what a sphynx is. Whatever might eat him falls to the back of his mind with the resurfacing of a giant bird.

He has never been caught in an undertow but he’s been warned about the riptides off the rocky coastline of Taiga and Nerine. A wild current of water that pulls and tugs a horse out to sea. It’s the last thought he has as the avian-like creature enfolds him in her talons. Away they go, leaving behind only the phantom sway of Taigan saplings and the slow downward spiral of a single auburn feather.

and for every king that died
they would crown another

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