Nashua had been born in the dark. He had been as he is now - softly glowing. From where the maturing pegasus stands, Gale loosens the hold of his younger brother's magic with his (concerned?) expression. There is trouble on the horizon, a brewing storm that doesn't linger only there. It's a flash - like a lightning strike, there and gone - but something darkens the gaze of the older stallion. Nash doesn't have the gift of his maternal siblings; he only has the dark wings that he holds firmly against his chestnut sides and the healing that Celina revealed. The one she told him that he shared with his other brothers.
He can't share with Gale what he knows. What his family has (so far) looked like.
It makes him smile to hear their shared sister's name said so gently. Nash's concern almost fades as he takes step towards the blue tobiano. Truthfully, the young stallion knew that there was little to nothing soft or gentle about his elder sister. But that was the predator in her, wasn't it? She was as unpredictable as the storms that rolled through Taiga in summer and Nash - child of a tight-lipped, poised parent - it had made him adore the pale pegasus even more. For those unexpected moments of tenderness. For Nashua - who had been born in the dark - he had loved those bright, electric flashes of light she revealed. As wild and primal as any @[Gale] or squall.
The brindle pegasus reveals that he's never seen their iridescent sister with his own eyes and Nash tilts his head inquisitively. Did he borrow sight from others? He must, just without sound, if he didn't know their names. What about the other senses? The part of Nash that loves to explore wants to nosedive into this new knowledge - this Magic that his brother has - but the young pegasus decides to fill in where Gale's gift couldn't. "Elio," he says with a laugh and his green eyes brighten with filial affection. The other half-brother had taken on a role somewhere between father and brother, filling in a hole that Wolfbane's departure left behind. (He'd been told that his father was off doing great things; that his father was greatly cursed was never mentioned to him.)
And then his blazed face turns thoughtful, thinking of the brother that he came into the world with.
"Yanhua," he elaborates with fondness coloring his tenor voice. It vanishes though - mixes with a whirling confusion before he jerks his head abruptly up: "You mean Aunt Nev? You mean that-" That the colt she'd brought back from wherever she had been was another sibling. It doesn't sit right in his gut and it twists in response, creating an expression that echoes the storm clouds that had been forming on Gale's navy face. (He'd heard about the little pegasus, about those gold dapples not so different from his gilded stripes.) Lightning strikes and an ominous roll of thunder churns from somewhere deep within Nashua.
A storm of emotion. The other one - the tangible one - becomes forgotten entirely.
He listens to the familiar name of Pteron, of this other brother he's never met but could also heal himself. Of another sister, Marni. As he learns that the stallion before him was like Nash, that he hadn't come into this world alone either. That he knew what it was like to belong to someone other than yourself before you even take your first step, who is with you from those very first heartbeats. He names the two points of his trinity; Tiercel and Eyas. It's Yanhua who he thinks of now, who counterbalances him from free-falling into the heaviness he suddenly feels.
"Another-," he interjects before he understands what Gale was implying. A sibling that didn't belong to the rest of them. Had his mother done it, then? Had she given up on them entirely and decided to have another family somewhere else? "She's alive?" Nash asks with his ears flicking back, the words falling flat and deceptively devoid of the tumultuous emotion that is raging (monsooning) in his aching chest. He shouldn't ask; not when this family web he's stumbled across is so tangled and knotted.
"Can you see if she'll come home?"
He can't share with Gale what he knows. What his family has (so far) looked like.
It makes him smile to hear their shared sister's name said so gently. Nash's concern almost fades as he takes step towards the blue tobiano. Truthfully, the young stallion knew that there was little to nothing soft or gentle about his elder sister. But that was the predator in her, wasn't it? She was as unpredictable as the storms that rolled through Taiga in summer and Nash - child of a tight-lipped, poised parent - it had made him adore the pale pegasus even more. For those unexpected moments of tenderness. For Nashua - who had been born in the dark - he had loved those bright, electric flashes of light she revealed. As wild and primal as any @[Gale] or squall.
The brindle pegasus reveals that he's never seen their iridescent sister with his own eyes and Nash tilts his head inquisitively. Did he borrow sight from others? He must, just without sound, if he didn't know their names. What about the other senses? The part of Nash that loves to explore wants to nosedive into this new knowledge - this Magic that his brother has - but the young pegasus decides to fill in where Gale's gift couldn't. "Elio," he says with a laugh and his green eyes brighten with filial affection. The other half-brother had taken on a role somewhere between father and brother, filling in a hole that Wolfbane's departure left behind. (He'd been told that his father was off doing great things; that his father was greatly cursed was never mentioned to him.)
And then his blazed face turns thoughtful, thinking of the brother that he came into the world with.
"Yanhua," he elaborates with fondness coloring his tenor voice. It vanishes though - mixes with a whirling confusion before he jerks his head abruptly up: "You mean Aunt Nev? You mean that-" That the colt she'd brought back from wherever she had been was another sibling. It doesn't sit right in his gut and it twists in response, creating an expression that echoes the storm clouds that had been forming on Gale's navy face. (He'd heard about the little pegasus, about those gold dapples not so different from his gilded stripes.) Lightning strikes and an ominous roll of thunder churns from somewhere deep within Nashua.
A storm of emotion. The other one - the tangible one - becomes forgotten entirely.
He listens to the familiar name of Pteron, of this other brother he's never met but could also heal himself. Of another sister, Marni. As he learns that the stallion before him was like Nash, that he hadn't come into this world alone either. That he knew what it was like to belong to someone other than yourself before you even take your first step, who is with you from those very first heartbeats. He names the two points of his trinity; Tiercel and Eyas. It's Yanhua who he thinks of now, who counterbalances him from free-falling into the heaviness he suddenly feels.
"Another-," he interjects before he understands what Gale was implying. A sibling that didn't belong to the rest of them. Had his mother done it, then? Had she given up on them entirely and decided to have another family somewhere else? "She's alive?" Nash asks with his ears flicking back, the words falling flat and deceptively devoid of the tumultuous emotion that is raging (monsooning) in his aching chest. He shouldn't ask; not when this family web he's stumbled across is so tangled and knotted.
"Can you see if she'll come home?"
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