Of all that remains; Anyone!

[Nashua]

stars when you shine, you know how i feel
oh freedom is mine

"It certainly can be peaceful," Nashua admits.

The young pegasus stares across the rocky island and then turns his head more towards the west, where more of the still-charred forest remained. The Isle had been entitled to peace after the dragons had attacked it, he thought. But now? Now, a generation later they were still rebuilding and Nashua felt that the Isle should have something more than a few visitors each season.

That something more was still something that needed to be realized. Maybe it would be the long-promised aid from the Loessians. Maybe it would be an alliance with another kingdom. Maybe it would be the workings of the mysterious queen in the East - Straia. Nash considers all these possibilities and finds himself at the same crossroads that he imagines Leilan must come across. And with a nod from Ruinam, Nashua stores those thoughts away for later and focuses on the cream-colored stallion.

Nashua starts to walk with no particular destination. At this time of day, Leilan could be flying over Taiga or patrolling the borders of Nerine. The pair have time to kill. He brightens at the mention of Gale and his willingness to help anybody. "The changed the name of the Resort," Nash offers to Ruinam, speaking of those changes he had wanted to know about. "It's called Islandres now." His green eyes look ahead as they continue to walk, "last I heard, there were a few families that living quietly there." That had been some months ago, though. It took about that amount of time for word to travel from a place as far as the island his brother ruled to finally reach the Isle.

His companion is friendly and Nashua grins back at him, extending a wing towards the trail he intends for them to travel. "Please," he says, "ramble away." It was interesting to hear news from another horse and even more so, interesting to hear it from a horse who had been gone for alleged years.

"Not much to tell," he admits to the older stallion. "My family was from Taiga and when Leilan was seeking volunteers to serve and help rebuild the Isle, I offered. That was," Nash pauses, adding the years in his mind as he draws one dark wing back against his chestnut side, "two years ago now."

And it's only after - it's only when @[Ruinam] says he'd like to know what has happened in the years that he's been gone - that Nash's easy-going nature leaves him. Stripped of his confidence, it makes the striped look that much younger. He frowns and then decides on a place to start, the history he knows best. "Pangea, a kingdom to the East," says the pegasus darkly, "started taking captives a few years ago." His mother had been one of them. "The violence escalated last year. They burnt part of Taiga, Nerine, and Loess." Nashua elaborates with, "Taiga regrows but a chunk of Nerinian coastline was blasted away by Magic. The Isle was thankfully left alone for this round but the Freyr saw to it that Pangea didn't go unscathed." He wouldn't normally be one for retaliation or revenge but Nashua harbors no love for that kingdom.

"News from the South has been slow but from what I hear, they're attempting to rebuild as well."

Nashua's mind drifts towards Noel and the dense forest that houses most of his family. Despite his longing to venture there, he thinks that perhaps a trip to the South was overdue. Though he is young, Nash is ambitious in keeping his kingdom well-informed and well-connected. He glances to the stallion beside him with his green eyes catching in the winter sunshine that clears his stormy expression, "does this sound like the Beqanna you remember?"

NASHUA

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