[private] consider how to find a place to stand | nashua

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Nashua teases Gale good-naturedly about the faces that he’d been making, and Gale imagines he can almost feel the happiness emanating from his brother. It feels warmer than anything he has felt in some time, and he has no intention of ruining it. Telling Nash that he has no idea how he’d ended up here in this meadow and no memories of most of the last few months would definitely ruin it. So he chooses to live in this brief moment that he has been given, and nods agreeably to the chestnut’s suggestion. There might be things that he should be doing instead, but if there are, Gale cannot remember them. They walk along the river, Gale taking in the sights that he has never seen, while overhead Erne does most of the actual observation part of the patrol. Though Nashua had asked for news, Gale is rather quiet for some time. “Mazikeen is pregnant.” He finally says, and the words feel rather anticlimactic once they’re out in the open. That is all that Gale says, but that is enough to convey much more. There is no excitement in the brindle’s voice, no eager anticipation. Gale hadn’t wanted children before finding out this news, and his awareness has done nothing to change his feelings. Something itches at the back of his mind, something that tells him he should be worried about something. Something about a curse, maybe? The Curse takes even that away from him as soon as he thinks it. Gale frowns, looking deep in thought, and realizes he’s not been paying Nashua even the slight bit of attention. “Sorry Nash,” he says, aware enough to know he’s been impolite in ignoring him and unloading so suddenly. “Just still in shock, I guess.” He shakes his head, white forelock tumbling, and adds: “Erne says there’s a black dragon girl with yellow hair not too far into the woods over there.” Is it someone Nashua knows, aks the quirk of his brow, or a stranger? @[Nashua]