N o t e

Note tried not to stare. He really did. But it was almost impossible not to. Brisa's likeness to Sohalia was not particularly remarkable, but it was enough to trigger emotion within the stallion. If there was anything he hated more than cowardice, it was emotion. He couldn't handle it, so he stopped it. He didn't know how to stop this - this feeling. He didn't know what it was, having lacked the experience to have ever felt it before, but it made his broken heart flutter.
So, the faded bay let his sharp green gaze linger on the mare, ultimately comparing her to Soh. Brisa was taller, obviously lacked wings, was quieter, had two blue eyes, and to top it off, was a different breed entirely. Brisa seemed slightly more shy than Sohalia had ever been as well. Two so alike on the outside, yet the reflection of what lay within separated them into opposite beings entirely.
Sabel's paw was removed from the mare's soft skin, leaning back upon her bonded's nape to sniff the appendage. She found subtle differences in the smell of Brisa and Note. With that, the lynx half crawled, half slipped down Note's neck and onto his withers. She circled once, twice upon his back before lying down and making herself comfortable, sightless eyes staring into the distance.
If the mare hadn't been so infatuated with Sabel, Note would've ignored the cat completely. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as Brisa took a step away from himself. Definitely more shy than Sohalia.
A smile crept up his maw as he listened to Brisa speak of Sabel. He didn't share the same admiration for the cat as she did, but nonetheless, his life would be incomplete without her. "She's the greatest companion I could ever not ask for," Note's words were borderline humorous, but entirely true. He hadn't asked for Sabel, yet he loved her all the same.
'Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare,' Note thought to himself sternly, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. 'Don't...stare...' his thoughts faltered as she spoke, losing all his restraints. His sharp green eyes raked over her body, stopping upon her face. Why of all things had she chosen to talk about the weather? The thought lasted momentarily before he decided to just go with it.
"I like Frostfall, it has it's moments of beauty," Note remarked, "but it gets old fairly quickly. This time of year is so refreshing compared to the cold. It's as if the world was dead before now." He flicked his dark gray tail, thinking that Brisa immaculately shimmered in the new rays of light while he was a dull smudge upon the forever evolving landscape. It would always be a mystery to him as to why anyone chose to be around him when he was but a faded blur who existed next to them, but was utterly unable to bring himself to live. Perhaps that would be his personal challenge - to truly live.
With that in mind, the bay whipped up a smidgen of courage and let his features ultimately light up. "If we're just going to randomly say things, then I'd like to randomly ask you a question," Note's lopsided grin was mischievous, a new style of relaying emotion that he had come across unexpectedly. "Do you dream often?"
Sohalia did.

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@[Brisa]