Note & Sabel

@[Cheveyo]

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After a mere six years of life, Note had accumulated a meager amount of knowledge regarding other beings. In all honesty, they confused him. He watched them from afar, taking on the status of a wallflower, but learned so little. In a sense, the dusty bay stallion was quite experienced with interactions of others, having a daughter and an ex-mate. Then again, his interactions with them had been few and far between.
Especially in the past year.
For all Note knew, his precious Skysong was dead. The thought caused a wave of guilt to wash upon the stallion, a sickening feeling clenching his stomach. He wanted to think Sohalia had been kind to the filly, keeping her close in a loving embrace, but he was not so sure. With another mate around, particularly one as primally intact as Gaucho, there was not a reason to keep the filly around.
And to think Skysong had been Note's shot at redeeming himself. What an ultimate failure that had turned out to be.
Second chances are rewarded with caution, thirds are scraped from what little faith is left within. They never turn out well.
No more chances. None at all. Only a void would fill the moral sense he had once lived upon. Instead, the he would choose to play jump rope with the line that bordered good and evil. He would do what he saw fit in the situation, no more this 'bettering oneself' act he had portrayed for so long.
This new code Note would live by was echoing throughout his mind as Cheveyo spoke the words: "Do you believe we are friends?"
If he said yes, then they would go on in a unity of friendship. That would mean giving a great deal of emotional support to the painted mare. Possibly physical as well. But she had been good company so far. Very, very good company.
Company that Note yearned for in an almost lustful way. Or loving. Something like that. He couldn't tell. But every time they touched, a spark flitted through his body in an exhilarating way. It was magical. The stallion didn't want her as a friend, did he?
No, friendship just wouldn't be enough. But this was a fact Note could not come to accept, or reveal to anyone just yet. Especially Sabel. She would give him hell about it.
And here Note decided to apply his new 'do what's sufficient for the situation' principle. "I believe we should be friends," a boyish smile appeared upon Note's ashen lips as he spoke, all attention focused upon Cheveyo as his sharp green eyes brightened.
"Friendship is achieved when a pair of beings know each other fairly well and enjoy to be in the their company, right? We've got the 'enjoyable company' part down, but we don't know each other that very well," Note pointed out. It felt strange to talk so much. This was the most chatting he had done in almost a year. His eyes slipped to Cheveyo's painted handprints, the arrows upon her hooves and the one that marked her leg, the circles around her nose, and eyes. He decided to start with those.
"What do your marks mean? How did they get there?" Note questioned, flicking his tail in anticipation. The stallion was genuinely curious for once in his life. A new feeling, yes, but he quite liked it.