[private] it was not your fault but mine

[Nashua]

His ears prick eagerly (perhaps too eagerly) forward when the soft murmurs of a sound - her voice? - reaches him. He can’t hear what she says but that doesn’t matter much to Nashua. The smile plastered on his beaming face is far louder than anything she might have said, anyway.

All it takes is her uncertainty to wipe away the steady confidence of it.

Nashua’s boyish grin levels out, losing that lopsided quality. (It almost slips altogether but he is the son of a Diplomat. He knows how to recover it quickly.) The adolescent brings his wings close, quietly pulling them tightly to his sides from where he has stopped in front of her. Nash shakes his slender head, trying to stretch the tight muscles in his neck and shoulders.

"Then the practice paid off,” he says. That smile quirks again at one corner of his pale mouth, tempted to return to its earlier skewed curve. He’ll accept a compliment where it’s due. The pale girl introduces herself - appearing somewhat preoccupied - and the copper pegasus gives a small nod in response to her name. @[Noel].

Nash tilts his head when she says that she’s not from Nerine. That’s a curiosity but he doesn’t question her on it, as he has done to a few other horses that come to the borders of Nerine and try to slip through Brennen’s magical barrier. There is something about the gray filly that distracts him from asking. "No?” he says, bantering her (though maybe she misses this) with a raised brow.

A gust of wind blows across the moorlands, whipping past them and reminding Nashua of exactly where he stands. He tears his emerald gaze away from her to look at the jagged, grey cliffs behind him. The view of them (and the breeze) stirs an idea up in the thrillseeker. The day is pleasant and there are a few more hours of brilliant sunlight left. Why waste them?

The smile on his face that greets Noel when he glances back at her is as daring and as broad as the sky that is calling to him. "Are you?” He asks, hoping that she might show him otherwise.

nashua

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