He is still hurting from his flight to the Isle but he’s still grinning from that, too.
There is a part of Nashua - some madcap part of him - that is still glowing from that trip. He had made it to the Isle and back in one day. The trip had a spontaneous one but the Winds had cooperated! (As if they had planned it all along - as if the Winds and his Aunt Elaina had been in some quiet conspiracy with each other.) They had bolstered and boosted the boy as he careened on swift, summer breezes. There had been updrafts from the open ocean that taught him to arc his wings a certain way, lulls that made him flap them harder until he could comfortably coast again.
Nashua had arrived on Leilan’s shores tired and spent but shining and animated. The trip back had been filled with thrills in its own way, too. He had been so exhausted and the Taigan coastline had looked much closer when the growing stallion had been standing on the glassy, gleaming shore of Icicle Isle. It was only when the late afternoon wind started to rest with the rest of Beqanna that Nashua realized making the trip back might not have been one of his more brilliant ideas.
(But then, Nash has never claimed to be a genius. Charming, at times, yes. Polite, certainly. Anything more than that and he happily handed the adjective over to Yanhua.)
There had been a loud, audible thud that made the Taigan ground (even with all its pine needles) protest when he haphazardly landed. One auburn wing had been higher than the other and the opening above the Redwoods wasn’t quite as large as he initially thought. Nashua had to bring his wings closer and the branches caught the edges of them as he came down.
The growing pegasus is still mastering the grace of the landing, now that he’s learned the bluster of it.
Huffing and nursing his own scrapes and bruises, Nashua cuts and weaves through the trees until an auburn ear catches an unfamiliar sound in the Northern forest. Was that… buzzing? He comes to stand-still and listens, trying to discern the source of the noise. He’s heard something similar to it before when a hive had fallen in another corner of the Redwoods and this sounds… close to the sound but his green eyes struggle to find the swarm in the dappling sunlight and dancing fog.
He finds her instead.
Not a colony of bees but a girl.
Intrigued, Nashua comes closer until he can see the hive and the filly are one and the same. She stands like a lost piece of dayglow beneath Taiga’s imperial trees but there is something reckless in the grin she wears and it fires the daredevil in his. "You aren’t lost, are you?” He calls to the wildflower, teasing her as he strides confidently ahead. He hoped she wasn’t. To him, she looked like she was perfectly at home beneath these branches.
There is a part of Nashua - some madcap part of him - that is still glowing from that trip. He had made it to the Isle and back in one day. The trip had a spontaneous one but the Winds had cooperated! (As if they had planned it all along - as if the Winds and his Aunt Elaina had been in some quiet conspiracy with each other.) They had bolstered and boosted the boy as he careened on swift, summer breezes. There had been updrafts from the open ocean that taught him to arc his wings a certain way, lulls that made him flap them harder until he could comfortably coast again.
Nashua had arrived on Leilan’s shores tired and spent but shining and animated. The trip back had been filled with thrills in its own way, too. He had been so exhausted and the Taigan coastline had looked much closer when the growing stallion had been standing on the glassy, gleaming shore of Icicle Isle. It was only when the late afternoon wind started to rest with the rest of Beqanna that Nashua realized making the trip back might not have been one of his more brilliant ideas.
(But then, Nash has never claimed to be a genius. Charming, at times, yes. Polite, certainly. Anything more than that and he happily handed the adjective over to Yanhua.)
There had been a loud, audible thud that made the Taigan ground (even with all its pine needles) protest when he haphazardly landed. One auburn wing had been higher than the other and the opening above the Redwoods wasn’t quite as large as he initially thought. Nashua had to bring his wings closer and the branches caught the edges of them as he came down.
The growing pegasus is still mastering the grace of the landing, now that he’s learned the bluster of it.
Huffing and nursing his own scrapes and bruises, Nashua cuts and weaves through the trees until an auburn ear catches an unfamiliar sound in the Northern forest. Was that… buzzing? He comes to stand-still and listens, trying to discern the source of the noise. He’s heard something similar to it before when a hive had fallen in another corner of the Redwoods and this sounds… close to the sound but his green eyes struggle to find the swarm in the dappling sunlight and dancing fog.
He finds her instead.
Not a colony of bees but a girl.
Intrigued, Nashua comes closer until he can see the hive and the filly are one and the same. She stands like a lost piece of dayglow beneath Taiga’s imperial trees but there is something reckless in the grin she wears and it fires the daredevil in his. "You aren’t lost, are you?” He calls to the wildflower, teasing her as he strides confidently ahead. He hoped she wasn’t. To him, she looked like she was perfectly at home beneath these branches.
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