[private] society, you're a crazy breed; nashua/any islanders

[Nashua]

Nashua has two children that can also shift and he has always encouraged them to keep the best shape - the ones they were born with. His brother and his mate - Gale and Mazikeen - were shifters. Nash assumed that the children that Maze had been expecting were likely to be shifters as well. The only father figure he has ever known had been a shifter as well.

And yet, the thought of his own children doing it had curdled something in Nashua.

Something that only seemed to sour more when he had last seen Yanhua.

The North had remained quiet. With the arrival of winter's throes, Nash had settled himself to remain on the Isle until spring. (If given the chance, he would venture to Taiga to see Noel and their growing brood. But the coldest part of the year was cruel in most corners of Beqanna. In this one, it could be hostile and many experienced flyers had been lost trying to cross channel towards the mainland due to artic squalls or sweeping rogue waves.) Ciri hadn't been seen for a day or two and the realization had troubled the young King of the North. She had seemed eager to play her part on the Isle and yet something in his gut (another foreboding feeling) told the striped stallion that the Thane wasn't shirking her new responsibilities.

Something was wrong.

Just what, he couldn't be sure. Not without leaving the Icicle Isle and until the source of his current worry returned, that was something he couldn't do. It makes the winged horse venture towards one of the Southern beaches, where it was easiest for a horse to arrive during the warmer months. What he finds on those shores is not the starweaver but a purple woman - a rather regal color - that arrives by a strange sort of magic that Nashua has never seen. His blazed face tilts, watching the spectacle that is her arrival. The chestnut stallion settles his speckled wings against his sides and moves from his craggy outlook to greet the visitor.

Her call rings out and Nashua answers her with a trumpeting one. He rounds around a pair of dark boulders and emerges within moments, coming to stop directly in front of her while his gold stripes brazenly catch in the winter sunshine. "My apologies for the wait," he tells the deep-colored woman who smells faintly of Tephra beneath the ocean brine of her coat. "I'm Nashua - current Keeper of the North." He tells her with an easy grin that pulls towards one side, "What brings you to our shores?"

@Wishbone

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