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of the shackles and the dream - Nashua - 05-17-2020 NASHUA "I’ll be back,” Nashua passively murmurs one spring morning to his twin brother. It had become more of a habit with the chestnut yearling of late, of telling Yan, his Aunt Elaina or Brazen, his Celina - whoever happened to be there - that he was leaving. As the time passed that his mother hadn’t returned to Taiga, it became important to Nashua that his family knew he was staying. That if he went missing too, it wasn’t on purpose. With each passing day, it became more important that his family knew he intended on coming back. The fog had rolled in heavy with the dawn and it clung to his wings, the damp and his scent intermingling into a smell that would forever remind Nash of his childhood. He had wanted the skies - and some part of him still does, still longs for the openness of them - but that dream has been overridden by a creeping fear that keeps him grounded to the northern forest. (Nash doesn’t tell his twin that someday he worries that Yan will become something so intangible that he’d never find him again. Nash doesn’t tell Celina the real reasons he follows her when she prowls the outskirts of the Redwoods or why he attempts to find her the best fishing spots along the Taigan coastline. Even his aunts (and how fortunate is he to have two of both bloods?) don’t feel permanent to the winged boy. And that is a funny feeling - especially to a child - to feel ephemeral in a place that feels as ancient and solid as Taiga does. The pegasus yearling slips around the new growth of a primordial fern and when the wind blows past him just right, Nash lifts his head to catch a familiar scent coming from the shore. Turning away from the trail that he had been following, it is easy to spy Elio against looming crags that guard the beaches. The boy feels a flood of relief crash against his chest as comes alongside the golden stallion. "Fire Wing,” Nash whispers, letting the edges of his auburn wings brush against the vibrant red of the older pegasus. He casts his uncertain green eyes out to the ocean, "I keep feeling like… I’m afraid, @[elio]. I’m afraid I’ll blink and somebody else will be gone.” Nash’s stomach is in knots but as he glances to the striped pegasus, he isn’t afraid to quietly admit: "I’m glad you’re here.” and for every king that died they would crown another html © castlegraphics RE: of the shackles and the dream - elio - 06-08-2020 elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight @[Nashua] sorry for the wait D: RE: of the shackles and the dream - Nashua - 06-10-2020 Time is tearing his family apart. RE: of the shackles and the dream - elio - 06-26-2020 elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight @[Nashua] RE: of the shackles and the dream - Nashua - 07-01-2020 It's easy to fall into a lull with Elio when he looks like that. It's easy to find peace in a moment when Nashua has felt like there is a storm brewing on the horizon, even if he can't see it. Even if he only feels it from time to time. A stirring in the air, an undercurrent in the breeze that charges it. That tells Nash things are going to change again and he needs to be prepared. But for what? His green eyes are looking out at the autumn sea, capping with white as the waves break towards Taiga's rocky shore. Nashua's nostrils flare with the gust of wind that brings an incoming tide of salt and brine with it. The adolescent pegasus stares out past the rocky crags from this corner of their world and towards the horizon. His wings ruffle with the wind and something in the young stallion can't quite seem to settle. His young mind is filling with thoughts of the Icicle Isle and Nerine, of how he is soon going to be of an age where he might be useful to Taiga. Yanhua had mentioned the idea of wanting to do more for the Redwoods now that they were leaving their foalhood behind them and it had stuck with Nashua. He wanted to do more, too. But how? How when their only role so far has only been Wards of the Woods? Elio tells him that there is nothing wrong with and Nash finds himself leaning into his brother's words. They provide steadiness for the younger striped pegasus and he wants (so badly) to carve a truth from them; something resilient like the impressive Redwoods that stand guard behind him. Another burst of air blows past the pair but it carries something more than the chilling bite of fall. There is something more on the wind besides frost, something else that lingers between the glass-like layers of cold and sun. Nashua's lean sides heave with the bewilderment that Elio projected and something in his chest stirred with the love. It makes his eyes widen and the yearling side-stepped from his older brother. "L-like that," stammers the younger pegasus. "But n-not." When he glances up to Fire Wing, he is struggling to explain himself. How does he describe what just happened? He's never been the recipient of such projected magic and as his brother tucks back it back within himself - as neatly as he might one his vibrant red feathers - Nash stands, astonished. "Like family," the boy says, finally able to control the tremor in his tenor voice. "Brothers," Nash says again, admitting the word out loud. There is a part of him that thinks his mother wouldn't approve of this but she is no longer here to ask. Hasn't been here for almost a year. And @[elio] is. "Did you know?" nashua and the days you defend will turn to gold html by castlegraphics; art by KHARTHIAN |