”It’s the worst,” Nashua agrees.
The auburn wings rustle indignantly against his sides and not for the first time, the copper boy wishes he could have actual use of them. It would make the trip between here and Taiga much quicker. He could leave and come back, be gone for such a short amount of time that his mother would never know.
(His brother would - Yanhua knows everything.)
Nashua shakes his head, still a little unsure of why anyone would want to be without them. He’s still at that age where the things out of reach are still the sweetest, the grass anywhere outside Taiga has to be the greenest. The stallion starts to move though, reaches towards the sky and the flaxen colt looks up earnestly. "We stood at the edges of Nerine once,” he remembers. "Mama made us move away but that was a little scary. Is flying.. Is it like that?” It’s the closest he’s come anyways. It’s the closest comparison his young mind can make.
The wind roaring up from an angry, gray ocean below. The breakers churning a lullaby against the timeless ledges of Nerine.
The stranger (not stranger, he thinks with his green eyes warming to the sorrel stallion, friend) takes his thoughts away from Nerine to Ischia, sweeps them from frigid northern breezes to warmer, tropical waters. Nashua comes another step closer and tosses his own head in playful response, enthused to hear the word he couldn’t say on another tongue. "Nereid.” The boy finally conquers the word and beams up at Castile, pleased to have finally mastered it. "There are alot there. They put flowers in my Uncle’s antlers.”
And then his friend surprises him. Nashua has to blink that realization a few times. He gazes up at him with new eyes. He’s somebody - many somebody’s - Dad. He’s somebody's brother too. Nashua knows nothing about being Father. He does know about being a brother though. "Five sounds like alot,” he thinks out loud. "Sometimes I wish I had more but I don’t know where they would all go. I guess Taiga is pretty big though,” the winged boy shrugs. Taiga. Home. North.
"Have you ever been there?” he peers up curiously. His newfound has already been many places and offered insight on many things. There are many more things he wants to ask. But then he realizes he doesn’t even know what to call this wanderer. Somewhat sheepish, he adds, "I’m Nashua, by the way. What is your name?”
@[Castile]
The auburn wings rustle indignantly against his sides and not for the first time, the copper boy wishes he could have actual use of them. It would make the trip between here and Taiga much quicker. He could leave and come back, be gone for such a short amount of time that his mother would never know.
(His brother would - Yanhua knows everything.)
Nashua shakes his head, still a little unsure of why anyone would want to be without them. He’s still at that age where the things out of reach are still the sweetest, the grass anywhere outside Taiga has to be the greenest. The stallion starts to move though, reaches towards the sky and the flaxen colt looks up earnestly. "We stood at the edges of Nerine once,” he remembers. "Mama made us move away but that was a little scary. Is flying.. Is it like that?” It’s the closest he’s come anyways. It’s the closest comparison his young mind can make.
The wind roaring up from an angry, gray ocean below. The breakers churning a lullaby against the timeless ledges of Nerine.
The stranger (not stranger, he thinks with his green eyes warming to the sorrel stallion, friend) takes his thoughts away from Nerine to Ischia, sweeps them from frigid northern breezes to warmer, tropical waters. Nashua comes another step closer and tosses his own head in playful response, enthused to hear the word he couldn’t say on another tongue. "Nereid.” The boy finally conquers the word and beams up at Castile, pleased to have finally mastered it. "There are alot there. They put flowers in my Uncle’s antlers.”
And then his friend surprises him. Nashua has to blink that realization a few times. He gazes up at him with new eyes. He’s somebody - many somebody’s - Dad. He’s somebody's brother too. Nashua knows nothing about being Father. He does know about being a brother though. "Five sounds like alot,” he thinks out loud. "Sometimes I wish I had more but I don’t know where they would all go. I guess Taiga is pretty big though,” the winged boy shrugs. Taiga. Home. North.
"Have you ever been there?” he peers up curiously. His newfound has already been many places and offered insight on many things. There are many more things he wants to ask. But then he realizes he doesn’t even know what to call this wanderer. Somewhat sheepish, he adds, "I’m Nashua, by the way. What is your name?”
@[Castile]
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