02-09-2021, 11:57 AM
Yanhua closed his eyes and bobbed his head.
Yes, it was fantastic to see Nash again after… everything. The Mountain and its perils had been a strange happening, a way to pass the time and occupy themselves before the deep panic set in, and Yanhua was loathe to think about reliving the experience as he must when the time came to return to its summit. He’d waylaid the journey by going north (well, not far north) in search of Popinjay and the source of her undying light, but had unexpectedly been thrown off the course of that journey by a young stallion. It felt like everywhere Yan turned there was something in the way of his goals, and he hadn’t understood how much relief he’d feel just seeing his twin right now.
He’d been worried about Nash’s health, about Icicle Isle and what Leilan had been doing during these trying times.
“Seems like there’s never time to rest when the world is thrown into chaos. Or eternal darkness.” Yan sighed, hearing everything that Nash had offered to tell. Sensibly, Yanhua wondered if the isle residents had simply vacated the Kingdom. Aside from magical intervention, the far north was hardly inhospitable when there had been sunlight, and even then a span of months came when the sky was totally dark without the Eclipse’s help. Food, water, prey… they must all be scarce or fleeing the deathly cold. Not his brother, it would seem. Not Leilan.
Yanhua felt conflicted about these thoughts, but he was neither King nor capable of any action beyond the quest he’d taken with Lilli’s blessing. All that he had which was precious seemed to be blessedly close by; he did what he could for his family, for Taiga, and outside of that the world would have to go on spinning.
“Close your eyes.” Yan asked his twin, avoiding Nash’s question and the obvious glance at his back. “Feel that?” Yan asked a second later when nothing happened. “Amarine and I became trapped at the summit. We watched the world go dark from the top of the world.” The horned stallion flicked his ears. He peered off into the black trees, studious of the dark and the way it seemed endless, trapping them on all sides. There was no escaping it anywhere. Not even from the weak glow of his hair, or his faintly substantial wings that somehow harnessed light itself.
“We were granted a quest. A little treasure hunting really, but when we’d finally made it down again I realized my echos had gone away. I don’t think I’ve lost them entirely. There was this one time…” Yan petered off, looking back at Nashua sharply before he let the words die in his mouth. “Nothing since.” He finished.
Yes, it was fantastic to see Nash again after… everything. The Mountain and its perils had been a strange happening, a way to pass the time and occupy themselves before the deep panic set in, and Yanhua was loathe to think about reliving the experience as he must when the time came to return to its summit. He’d waylaid the journey by going north (well, not far north) in search of Popinjay and the source of her undying light, but had unexpectedly been thrown off the course of that journey by a young stallion. It felt like everywhere Yan turned there was something in the way of his goals, and he hadn’t understood how much relief he’d feel just seeing his twin right now.
He’d been worried about Nash’s health, about Icicle Isle and what Leilan had been doing during these trying times.
“Seems like there’s never time to rest when the world is thrown into chaos. Or eternal darkness.” Yan sighed, hearing everything that Nash had offered to tell. Sensibly, Yanhua wondered if the isle residents had simply vacated the Kingdom. Aside from magical intervention, the far north was hardly inhospitable when there had been sunlight, and even then a span of months came when the sky was totally dark without the Eclipse’s help. Food, water, prey… they must all be scarce or fleeing the deathly cold. Not his brother, it would seem. Not Leilan.
Yanhua felt conflicted about these thoughts, but he was neither King nor capable of any action beyond the quest he’d taken with Lilli’s blessing. All that he had which was precious seemed to be blessedly close by; he did what he could for his family, for Taiga, and outside of that the world would have to go on spinning.
“Close your eyes.” Yan asked his twin, avoiding Nash’s question and the obvious glance at his back. “Feel that?” Yan asked a second later when nothing happened. “Amarine and I became trapped at the summit. We watched the world go dark from the top of the world.” The horned stallion flicked his ears. He peered off into the black trees, studious of the dark and the way it seemed endless, trapping them on all sides. There was no escaping it anywhere. Not even from the weak glow of his hair, or his faintly substantial wings that somehow harnessed light itself.
“We were granted a quest. A little treasure hunting really, but when we’d finally made it down again I realized my echos had gone away. I don’t think I’ve lost them entirely. There was this one time…” Yan petered off, looking back at Nashua sharply before he let the words die in his mouth. “Nothing since.” He finished.
@[Nashua]