Note & Sabel

Note studied the mare. There wasn't much else he could do. She was able to laugh at the situation which had to be a sign that the girl wasn't hostile. Right?
Amazingly enough, she was able to pick herself up off the floor without assistance. As soon as his words left his ashen lips, the mare took a step back as the stallion took one forward. Her ears pinned, and head lowered as she gave a terse reply. 'Well, then,' Note thought to himself, bringing his head up and leaning back on his haunches.
That's when the pain started to seep in. His side had been numbed by the prior events, but the insensible feeling was fading. Now the stallion just felt sore. It ached, making him want to just curl up on the floor with Sabel for a while. Would it be rude to lie down in the middle of a conversation? Probably. But their exchange didn't seem like much of a conversation.
'Still rude,' Sabel added, reading her bonded's thoughts. 'What an annoying little - ' Note's thoughts were cut short by the mare's next words.
"Your wings were on fire."
Note gave a weak smile to the painted mare, turning his head to admire his large wings. "A new ability of mine, really. It's quite entertaining," the dusty bay spoke, the ends of his wings catching fire as he spoke, his face almost emotionless. He paused, flicking an ear towards the mare before fully turning to face her. A glimmer of uncertainty crossed his features before deciding to speak once more. He was terrible with words, these would most likely be foolish to say, but he the stallion had nothing to lose. "The fire isn't real. You could touch it." Note said, averting his eyes to examine his companion that had caught the eye of the mare.
Sabel had been busying herself with sniffing the new mare, reaching one of her paws out to touch the being. Her appendage groped blindly in the air, hoping to touch the leg of the mare at one point. Being sightless is such a hassle.
After she was done with that activity, the lynx padded back to her bonded, sitting quietly by his left side. His wing brushed the cat's back, the flames having no affect on the lynx.
The cat remained silent for a moment, deep in thought. She decided to conclude that Note would always be her sight, but it be so much nicer to have vision of her own. 'What does she look like?' Sabel questioned referring to the mare before them, her voice barely a whisper in the mind of Note. He did his best to send her an image of the mare, paint and all. A cat-like smile appeared upon Sabel's lips at the conception.
'She's...what's the word? Enthralling. But what is her name?'
'Good question, Sabel...'


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@[Cheveyo]