[private] and its harder than you think

[Nashua]

(and it's harder than you think)
telling dreams from one another

Nashua will always thank the stars that he had been born alongside @[Yanhua].

It was like the Fates knew that what would come to pass would be something that any horse shouldn't endure alone and so they had come into the world as brothers. So that whatever struggle would present itself, it was met between the two. So that whatever burden might have to be carried, there were two sets of strong shoulders and sure hearts to carry the weight.

They have faced many ordeals together - much like now with this Darkness that threatens everything about their way of life, and more importantly, their families - and this one is no different. The shadows that lurk and the monsters that loom are challenged by one brother who is perhaps a touch too bold and another who is steady; Nash thinks that together, it might be just enough.

So he tilts his blazed head towards his twin and listens to Yanhua explain what made his Echoes come back.

He thinks that between them, they might be able to solve his brother's current predicament. An ear flicks in his direction as they walk as Yan explains that the memory had come from a horse that he calls a connection. A horse, that like his horned sibling, had gone North in search of Popinjay's fires. The two had found each other and Nash listened as his brother explained that memory reflected at him had been of a woman he had met once, long ago. His green eyes glimmer for a moment against Yanhua's glow but the striped pegasus says nothing. They stopped long enough for the taller stallion to scrape a cloven hoof against the packed earth and Nashua to lift his head.

Unfortunately, he has no more of an answer for his brother than what Yanhua had suspected. Finding the younger stallion doesn't seem like a viable option; and searching for the woman, well, who had time for a search?

Nash can only offer his support, and his encouragement.

"Could Mem or Rey help you with it?" he broaches carefully, wondering if one of Yanhua's children gifted with the Echoes might help. Perhaps it might jolt something, jog a memory. Anything. "Maybe we just need to find you a ghost," he says. There were plenty of haunted places within Taiga, he remembers Lilliana saying. Residual energy, she had called it. A moment where the emotion was so deep that it spread into the ground like roots, where it clung to the forest like the fog when it transformed into dew that once dripped from the ferns and leaves above.

When they resume their walk, he listens as Yanhua offers a place to his winged mate. Nash nods his head in thanks and says, "I'll mention it to her." He glances sidelong at his brother and a lopsided smile tugs on his pale lips, almost sheepish. "We're expecting again," he explains.

NASHUA