N o t e

Was there something more behind that strangely warm blue gaze? It was a thought. One that plagued his mind briefly, but existed nonetheless. The look she gave him was lusty, or at least, he took it as that. Wait, was this the beginning of birdsong? The damned season made him hormonal. There wasn't a thing there.
She looked away, leaving Note to stare upon her features with a secret longing. He didn't know if it was for intimacy or companionship, which frightened the seemingly heartless bay more than you'd think. He wasn't fond of either, but impulse was a heavy force that brought a difficult battle and a bloody war.
Note smiled slightly as Brisa looked back at him, answering his question with ease. She sounded curious, tilting her head slightly. He looked away then, turning his head to look at a bird in the sky. An eagle, it seemed. Birdsong brought the greatest birds to watch.
She asked why. Why? That was a complicated question to answer without giving away too much of a past he would rather not delve into. At least, not now. Brisa was still just a mere stranger. Or so he was forced to believe.
"There was once a mare who danced through my life, my dreams," Note began, being as vague as possible, "and she looked quite a bit like you."
There. Good enough. He left it at that, turning his head back to Brisa and smiling mischievously.
"Ever chased a bird?" He inquired, not giving the mare any time to answer and taking off after the eagle. Note was all too grateful for his thoroughbred lines, they enabled him to have a fair amount of speed. Just not for long. He didn't use his wings, he stayed on the ground, silver hooves sparkling in the thin rays of light. As the day had grown on, the thin layer of snow had melted leaving sparse grass. Perfect for a run.
Sabel sprang off her bonded's back, claws extended as they reached for the sky, for the eagle. She was left on the ground, running as fast as her legs would allow, but ultimately giving up as they could not compete with Note. Instead, the lynx started her own chase after a little butterfly, leaving Note and Brisa to chase the eagle.
The bay was not wild. He was trying to feel free. He just happened to like chasing after things he could not have.

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@[Brisa]