Note & Sabel

@[Cheveyo]
typed out this wonderful post..computer shut off..did not feel like completely retyping this post until today :/

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Every fiber of Note's being tensed at her touch, for it sent chills up his spine. It was soft, intended to be comforting, but he hadn't been touched like this in a very, very long time. The stallion was split in his emotions. He wanted dearly to lean into her move, for the mare was incredibly attractive, but Sohalia...
Oh gods, Soh. Why did that name still crawl into his head at the most inappropriate moments possible? Note was positive that she barely gave a damn about him anymore, so why think about her at all? This thought caused his heart to sink, but it was the truth. She had fallen head over hooves for Gaucho, leaving Note to wallow in self-pity on his own. She was probably engaging in much more intimate contact than this.
Frustration swelled in Note at this. He moved into Cheveyo's touch, taking a step towards her and brushing his own muzzle gently against the mare's cheek. The stallion almost felt guilty for doing so. The action had been brought out more so in aggravation than actual affection, she deserved more.
Note pushed this out his mind, becoming consumed with Cheveyo, only Cheveyo. Only her. Only her eyes. Only her body so close to his own. Only her flaxen locks and rosy lips. Only Cheveyo.
A smile found it's way back to Note's features at the sight of the sheer kindness the mare had shown, as small as it was, lifted the weight that had so heavily burdened his chest. This mare would turn into a great companion of his one day. But what about today? Were they friends? Note wasn't sure, he had few friends. Even before his accident, Sohalia and warrior training had consumed his life, nothing else. With his lack of experience in how friendships worked, the stallion discontinued his thoughts to listen to words fall from Cheveyo's lips.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry for what? Sorry for the recent happenings in Note's life, or for asking the question? Cheveyo knew nothing of what had happened to him. She didn't need to be apologizing.
Once again the bay had found himself pondering upon this painted mare's nature. She came off as a fairly non-talkative, perhaps even distant creature, like himself, but she seemed almost remorseful. Note was bewildered by this. He wouldn't behave like she was even to his best friend, if he had one. The stallion had been taught it was a sign of weakness - but this didn't make her seem weak. It made Cheveyo seem compassionate, making her all the more able to be strong, giving her a cause to fight for.
Admirable, not weak.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Note whispered back, keeping his sharp gaze pinned to hers. His ear's flicked backwards after the words had fallen from his lips. He shifted slightly away from the mare to get a better view of her. "Are we...are we friends?" Note asked, sounding slightly nervous, yet playful, a grin still painted on his lips.
Sabel hadn't done much during these events but internally laugh at the awkwardness of her bonded. He acted totally normal to her, but around horses, the stallion was a different being. If only he could learn to appear to others as he did to her.