anyone;

[Nashua]

NASHUA

The woods fall quieter with each step that the pair take into Taiga and the curiosity that piques at the back of yearling’s mind is only visible by the way his ears move, back and forth, noting the absence of the sound. It makes him glance sidelong at Leilan again, as if the boy half-expected the sight of smoke winnowing from his dark nostrils.

Nashua gives a hard shake at Leilan's question, "No.” The word is said firmly - laced with the emotion of a missing parent - and the chestnut yearling huffs, "Not that anybody tells me anything.”

‘Rocky’, thankfully, distracts the adolescent.

The colt smiles and extends it to Leilan (almost apologetically) with another side glance to his chaperone. His expression becomes curious at the mention of yet another yearling and the boy tilts his head, "You’ve done this before?” It had been an accident to stumble across a dragon and he wonders if this is something that dragons normally do - returning "lost" things. Not having met one before, the question lingers behind his green eyes that brighten with the thought.

He falls quiet, turning his attention back to the sorrel stallion. "I’ve been practicing flying,” and the winged colt stretches them partially from his copper back, proud of the spotted coloration (all shades of auburn and brown) starting to emerge from his fledgling feathers. The smile transforms into a charming grin though Nashua doesn’t elaborate that most of his flying lessons come from the bay mare, Popinjay, or anything about her unusual … teaching methods.

"You still haven’t found yours?” he teases the older stallion, referencing to their first meeting in the Meadow about his ‘missing’ wings. "We could fly together.”

Focusing back on Leilan - the mention of the Isle (and how could it not when horses still muttered about the razing of it) makes him glance up at the dragon stallion. Nashua lacks the social grace of his dam (a practiced thing, anyways, a skill that Nash hasn’t yet learned) and so the boy thinks nothing of it when he asks: "Were you there when it burned?”

and for every king that died
they would crown another

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