N o t e

The bay flicked an ear over to a slow, gentle sound of rustling, moments after, a mare appeared. But this was no ordinary mare. She looked familiar, smelled somewhat familiar. More earthy this time. Her figurine was ivory, a snowflake upon her shoulder...Elsa, it was Elsa. The last time he had encountered the mare, she had just about coated the Pit in snow and ice. It was pretty. Pretty and dangerous.
Note took a step back, picking his head up, brow furrowed and eyes focused, wondering what she would want from him. She smiled.
Smiles were nice. He didn't know if he was in the mood for nice today. Or any day; especially when coupled with a death trap.
He eyed her nod, listened to her words, relaxing slightly. She seemed just about as nervous as he was perturbed. Note flicked his tail back and forth, ridding his features of any signs of emotion.
She smiled, thanked him, and admitted her idiocy. Note stifled a laugh. Hell yeah she was being an idiot.
'Play nice,' Sabel's voice was mocking. The bay flicked an ear back, silently looking for the slender bodice of his companion. Even when she wasn't there, she was there. It was as if he could feel her taunting purr of amusement. It aggravated him more than anything else in the world, but held back his sneer and scorning words.
"No problem. Anyone could have done the same that day," Note tried to sound as nice as possible, the smallest smile tugging at his lips as he choked out the words. The smallest hints of flames rolled off the ends of his wings, a subtle hint at his discomfort. Then again, the faux flames appeared when he was joyful, sad, angered..
Then she asked to stay. Note flicked his ears back, hesitating. 'Play nice, play nice, play nice...' the bay sourly reminded himself. Why in the world did he of all horses get stuck with the nice companion?
"I - uh, you can stay, if you want," Note stammered, letting his head drop and sharp green flitter away from the mare. Even though he had seen her a state that was probably rare for other horses to behold, he felt like a stranger.
Was that normal?
It wasn't as if their encounter had been normal anyways, therefor, it didn't happen to matter.

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@[Elsa]