[private] playing hard to forget

[Nashua]

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

"By the gusts and gales," the copper chestnut mutters beneath the Taigan canopy.

Nashua isn't sure what it is about the women in his life but the pegasus always seems to have a hard time locating them. It's a comfort to have Yanhua here and to know that Noel and their girls are safe under the care of his mother and twin. But - just once, he thinks - it would be nice to find his dam when he was searching for her. It'd be nice to return from the Isle and find Noel and their daughters... somewhere.

Perhaps they were in Nerine again, he thinks.

He can't fault his pale mate for bringing their fillies further North. While only one daughter was born with wings, Nashua had often felt confined beneath the Redwoods (but that could just be from the wanderlust that Nash was born with) and he often felt that Noel might feel the same. The moorlands were wide and open and it was so much easier to find the sky there. He veers down another trail, stopping every so often to listen for the sound of laughter or romping hoofbeats.

It might not be Ellie or Lumi, he knows. It could be one of Yanhua's daughters, Cheri or Memorie, or his son, Reynard. It could be his newest sibling Reave or the second set of twins born to his mother, Lilliana. Nashua heads towards the coast, knowing that there was a cove his mother (and Aunt Elena) had often favored. If he can't find her or Noel in the southern part of Taiga, his best option was to venture further North.

For a time, he drifts between the ferns and newer saplings. Nashua finds nothing until a sound carries over the nearby waves. He's close enough to the shore that it could be Lilliana or one of his siblings; he rules out Noel and the girls for the simple fact that it was still too far south. Gold glints from the restricted sunlight from above and when he sees the translucent spikes, Nash knows he's found the son of his mentor, Leilan.

"@[Oren]!" he calls out towards the bay yearling. "Wandering again, little brother?"

NASHUA

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