[open] If your lost and you look you will find me; Any

[Nashua]

He nearly smiles the moment the boy speaks. Nashua is familiar with the tone, even if the adolescent is unfamiliar. He had heard it Elegance and Luminesce’s voices as they grew older (especially Ellie as she grew more prone to go against her father’s wishes), amongst the triplets when they had disagreed on something. Wylder would be coming upon that age soon, he realized (still unaware of the children that had been brought out of the dark). His youngest child would soon be ready to fledge and leave the safe haven of Taiga, if he wished.

How had that time passed so quickly?

Blinking away years of memories, Nashua focused on the young male again. He said nothing – not yet, not when experience taught him that his adoptive father would most certainly have some reply in mind. Leilan doesn’t disappoint and that’s when Nash turns his blazed face towards the larger brute. A grin had been beginning to form, and the way that the Ice Mage answers both he and the newcomer tugs at one corner of his mouth. The sky is just one place of many, and Nash gave his head a slight shake.
Of course the old dragon would have been everywhere.

"I’d rather not invite a second,” he went on to mutter in reference of Castile’s burning of the Isle. It was an event long buried in the past, and yet they all stood on the lasting testament of it. The blackened beach was just one many places the former King of Loess had scorched. The beach remained, changing only slightly over the years, and now Loess was gone.

Nashua frowned at the thought.

"That is Leilan,” the striped pegasus gave a nod towards the larger horse and then added, "And I’m Nashua.” Glancing towards Leilan again, he listened as the boy – Fyr – explained that he had merely found cave. That he hadn’t planned on inhabiting it permanently, and oddly, Nash found himself disappointed by that. This place could use new blood; his and the former Dragon Lord have been the only almost-constant residents over the years. Roselin was here, and perhaps Camellia still enjoyed herself among the frost and the bitter tundra.

”Are you looking to return to the mainland?” Nashua asked with a Northerner’s brogue; a tone that could be as rough and choppy as the gray sea surrounding them and then looked plainly at the boy who could wield fire, but wouldn’t get very far over the ocean without wings. "You’ve washed up on the Isle.”

@Fyr