[private] and its harder than you think

[Nashua]

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

This damned darkness.

He had left Noel sleeping peacefully with their girls but Nash's mind couldn't still enough for rest. The striped pegasus had paced a well-worn Taigan trail in a futile attempt to 'patrol' (but who was traveling during this time?) As to be expected, there was nobody to intercept (or for Nashua to find), and the young pegasus had turned back towards the bower that the pale mare and their twins slept.

But halfway down the trail, the chestnut had a creeping thought.

Nash had glanced behind him and seeing nothing (but sensing something), he decided to avert his path. The winged stallion ventured south and wove through the bracken, half expecting a yellowed-eyed creature to emerge at any moment. He was tense and his muscles were taut, expectant of an attack. But other than the prickling feeling of being watching creeping up his neck, nothing happens. No monsters jump out; nothing rips his chest open and apart (this time).

The memory of that replays in his mind. The way that the thing briefly overtook his mind and flashed memories - of the Beach, of moonlit-silver bones, the bright coppery tang of blood, the way it had wailed like a banshee 'name me, give me a name' - still haunts him. Even if that thing escaped him (and he had been spared by the grace of a stranger, a sister of Noel), it still lingers in his head.

Not wanting to bring the ghost home to his family, he continues to wander until a familiar scent dawns upon the stallion. "@[Yanhua]?" he calls out, mindful of not raising his voice. Amarine or Borderline could be nearby with their children, as they were often not far from his brother. He had no wish to disturb or upset them. Nash reveals himself by allowing his stripes to glow (though it won't last for long) and hopes it is enough that the Champion could locate its source.

NASHUA