N o t e

It was strange to even think that Note had restricted himself to traveling by land for two years. Two years. He was a pegasus with thoroughbred blood flowing throughout his veins. It drove him crazy to stay in one place for long, as of late, flying had been his escape. When he flew, no thoughts muddled his mind or threatened to attack any other beings. Another good reason as to why the faded bay preferred to be alone. He wanted to protect and stand for a herd, but not actually interact with said herd. Was that bad?
Probably. Did he care?
Not particularly. It was a simple explanation as to how Note found himself in the Deep Forest. Not exactly close to his herd, but not far enough to miss anything extraordinarily important.
Note's head was extended directly upwards, peering at the brush far above his head. Life in Helovia had been rejuvenated with the arrival of Birdsong. The birds did, indeed, sing their songs, grass grew in the place of snow and a warm breeze was upon the air at all times. It was as if Helovia had forgotten to live during Frostfall. Unfortunate, really, for there was much to see during the colder months. But the land didn't support creatures of such diverse adaptability regarding temperatures.
Their loss.
With a snort, Note pulled his head down, done staring at the leafy branches above for now. There wasn't much fun to be found by staring at foliage, really. But it was rather interesting to watch the world grow as it recovered from Frostfall. It was similar to watching a child grow. A slow process, but intriguing nonetheless.
If only he had shared such memories with own daughter, alas, the bay was not so blessed in that area.
To distract himself from the utter turmoil that came with thoughts of Skysong, the bay took to watching Sabel. The cat was hunting, haunches low to the ground as she located her target. She was nestled between a bush and a tree trunk, making it slightly easier to find her way to the scrawny rabbit she had chosen as her prey. She had spent a great deal of time familiarizing herself with the small area she had chosen to hunt in. Sabel was convinced that if she could know her location like the back of her paw, she could not fail in locating her prey. It somewhat worked. Within a couple large, springy bounds, Sabel's pale bodice was upon her unsuspecting prey whose inevitable death was cause by the lynx's sharp teeth.
The rabbit had been malnourished, but it was a feat for the blind cat to achieve nonetheless. Note smirked, prancing a few feet away to let Sabel revel in her successful hunt. Maybe she didn't need him as much as Note had originally thought.

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@[Elsa]