i'm two quarters and a heart down

[Nashua]

NASHUA

Nash is frowning as he leans into his older sister, oblivious to the war going on in her mind. About what Dad says and about what she thinks. Nashua is listening to her words and his mind can’t quite grapple that if Elio has Magic, it’s the Bad Different. Not the Good Different, like they are.

He goes back and forth to the day of leading Fire Wing to his and Yan’s Fort and standing here with Celina now - both feelings that they evoke are different. So was this Magic then? Was she using Magic on him now?

"I did,” he admits in a very small voice. He did feel that. He had felt very happy around Elio - he had tossed up his head and raced the dunalino through the Taiga, had shown him the Fort and a few other favorite spots. It’s a day in his memory that is rosy - there are no echoes of an emotion to stain it into a darker shade.

His confusion just makes him bury his head into Celina’s pale side a little more, trying to fight the bleariness of his tiring mind. He yawns and blinks up at her when they finally separate, "If you find me tomorrow, maybe I can catch you an eel.”

How such a thing happens, he isn't sure. But if there is anybody who can teach him, he’s certain that it’s her.

The darkness looks a little intimidating - the path he had taken to get here suddenly feels much longer on the way back - but as a few fireflies nest in his mane, he glances back to her. "Thanks, @[Celina].”

The young colt turns down the trail thinking that once he’s big enough, he will fly to the stars. And he decides that he’s going to bring back one for Celina. One for her to have, one that not even her fireflies can swallow.

and for every king that died
they would crown another

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