Nashua likes this trail. It’s well-worn and often traveled, bringing scents from all corners of Beqanna. For each new one that wafts into the forgotten corners of Taiga, the copper adolescent finds his ‘patrols’ spiraling more and more… outward. To the borders of hilly Loess, the burning emblems of Sylva and where the iconic volcano of Tephra smokes. So much of his world has changed since his mother had first brought him and Yanhua to Taiga; is it so hard to believe, then, that the boy has taught himself to look towards the East?
It’s where the beginning comes from each morning and where it leads him today - where he encounters the massive Skeleton Ghoul, plodding down a path that they both seem to know.
The dray peers down at him and then past him, watching the hooftrail behind him. Nash flicks an ear back and then his refined head follows, turning around to study the direction that the pegasus assumes @[Skeleton Ghoul] means to travel after their conversation is over. Where will he go? What will Nashua do after the two part ways?
"Do you know anything about the monster?” the winged boy asks, perking up at the mention of strangers. It sounds almost innocent, coming from one as young as Nash who only has a handful of seasons to his name. The rumors blaze like a wildfire through the North, about the thing that attacked the Nerinian queen - a face from his earliest days - and how it might have played a part in her disappearance. Nerine had fallen quiet, leaving the crags and moors lonely for it’s missing monarch.
Giving his head a sharp shake, Nashua turns it back around and resumes looking up to the black stallion. It’s easier to see him without that copper forelock of his covering his green eyes. A milky, unseeing void stares down at him and Nash tilts his head, getting a better (bolder) look at it. "The trees were too close together this morning,” he mutters, letting his wings tenderly settle against his lean sides with the confession. "It’s easier to think out here,” Nash says, nodding towards the border where the Redwoods have started to space out and mingle with other types of timber from the different kingdoms and common lands.
Out here, Nash lets himself dream a little bigger than he might underneath Taiga’s evergreen canopy. He lets himself forget for a little bit, lets himself wonder more than he worries.
It’s where the beginning comes from each morning and where it leads him today - where he encounters the massive Skeleton Ghoul, plodding down a path that they both seem to know.
The dray peers down at him and then past him, watching the hooftrail behind him. Nash flicks an ear back and then his refined head follows, turning around to study the direction that the pegasus assumes @[Skeleton Ghoul] means to travel after their conversation is over. Where will he go? What will Nashua do after the two part ways?
"Do you know anything about the monster?” the winged boy asks, perking up at the mention of strangers. It sounds almost innocent, coming from one as young as Nash who only has a handful of seasons to his name. The rumors blaze like a wildfire through the North, about the thing that attacked the Nerinian queen - a face from his earliest days - and how it might have played a part in her disappearance. Nerine had fallen quiet, leaving the crags and moors lonely for it’s missing monarch.
Giving his head a sharp shake, Nashua turns it back around and resumes looking up to the black stallion. It’s easier to see him without that copper forelock of his covering his green eyes. A milky, unseeing void stares down at him and Nash tilts his head, getting a better (bolder) look at it. "The trees were too close together this morning,” he mutters, letting his wings tenderly settle against his lean sides with the confession. "It’s easier to think out here,” Nash says, nodding towards the border where the Redwoods have started to space out and mingle with other types of timber from the different kingdoms and common lands.
Out here, Nash lets himself dream a little bigger than he might underneath Taiga’s evergreen canopy. He lets himself forget for a little bit, lets himself wonder more than he worries.
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and the days you defend will turn to gold
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