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[Nashua]

NASHUA

If Nashua’s ancestors could hear what @[Ruthless] thought of the pegasus yearling, they’d be proud. The boy comes from a bloodline that boasts monikers and epithets like valiant and fierce and brave. (Nash doesn’t know all the stories - his mother ran out of time to tell them all to her boys.) When he greets the first palomino, she answers him softly. His ears prick forward but he doesn’t come closer.

Instead, he gives his head an encouraging tilt.

"I can try,” he grins before another mare approaching distracts him.

"I’m sorry,” Nashua calls over his shoulder. ”I thought I’d practice patrolling first,” the boy teases his Aunt before the yearling glances back to Ruthless. His youthful features brighten visibly, ”and I found ... ?” 

The angle that he holds his crimson head returns, a boyish expression that says he hopes the golden mare will tell him who he has found on this mock patrol. He looks back behind him as his Aunt comes closer and flashes her a quick smile. (She’ll recognize it - though this one is, perhaps, more roguish than what the blue-eyed mare remembers.)

His auburn wings settle comfortably against his slim sides and when the newcomer calls him familiar, he becomes genuinely curious. "You could have seen my twin.” The young pegasus offers, "but his eyes are blue.” Like their mother’s, the thought twists in his chest. His expression hesitates and it casts a shadow where there had been a sunny disposition moments before.

"Like my Aunt Elaina’s,” Nashua says, chasing away any gloom that might have otherwise shown itself with coltish charm. (Nashua is still figuring out feelings and emotions; his sister Celina says that they sometimes can be a hindrance.) The yearling stands, though his hooves itch to move and he is already longing for the sky, and waits.

and for every king that died
they would crown another

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