[open] Ice forged in fire - any

[Nashua]

NASHUA

His eyes widen a moment when the… what is he, exactly? Something feral, certainly. Nashua thinks there is something about him that puts him in mind of a crocodile. If a crocodile were bronze and silver, if they hunted on land, had wings… and if they were anything remotely like Leilan.

Maybe Nashua doesn’t know what a crocodile actually is.

He certainly doesn’t know what Leilan is though, either. The pegasus colt stands somewhere between being very intrigued by the reptilian-like creature and wanting to press himself closer into the opalescent mare’s side, thinking he might protect them from both. Nash makes a very pointed, lingering stare at the deer carcass that the dragon-stallion has draped at his feet.

His ears go back at the mention of knowing how far Nashua is from home. Of knowing - and then something on his face brightens as he picks his head up. The stallion apparently knows his mother (how, he can’t even imagine) and that emboldens the winged child. "How?” he counters, suddenly curious. If he knows how far he is from Taiga then maybe he’s able to know other things - like where missing mothers go.

"How do you know exactly?” he chirps. (Nashua has tried to count his steps before but the number grew too high.)

The two adults fall into a rapport that tells the colt they know each other and he falls silent in the way that children often do, listening even if they have nothing to say. He doesn’t know what an Alcinder is - though he tilts his head thoughtfully to Oceane, trying to learn. Leilan takes another (cracking) bite of his meal and Nashua shakes his head, unimpressed by the coppery tang that permeates the air. (He also follows Oceane’s lead in calling it a he.) "Does he always do that?” Nashua asks, preferring to look up at her instead of @[Leilan]'s lunch. 

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