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A weary looking Note headed towards his home, the Throat, after his meeting with Phae and Levi. It was times like these he wished he could bare flight, but his scar would show. His gnarled scar was a frightening sight that had chased off many potential friends, as a solution, he kept it covered beneath his right wing where it would lay hidden until he felt it the right time to reveal it. He didn't miss flying, it was, of course, a fun hobby, but he had gone so long without it, he didn't even seem to care anymore. The trip from the meadows to the Throat was a different story, a long treacherous one that made him almost want to fly again.
His silvery hooves dragged the ground as he pushed himself forward, he barely noticed the trail of what seemed to be prints in the sand made by the long tail of horse. Once the pegasus did notice it, it was too late, he was at the end of the trail he had accidentally followed. His mystical green eyes jumped to life at the sight of the mares, shocked by their appearance. He calmed himself immediately, hoping the mares hadn't seen him. He took a few steps closer to them, silent steps, his hooves resting delicately on the sand.
As he neared, Note was horrified to see that one of the mares, wasn't much of a mare. She was but a filly, a much older one, but still a filly. She was shivering, obviously frightened by something. She was a pretty little filly, almost the height of short little Note himself. The other mare, an older one seeming to be about his own age, was soothing her, speaking so soft and smoothly, it gave Note a sense of wanting to fall asleep. The short little mare was definitely a medic of some sort, and as he neared the pair, he could smell the Throat on them. The realization that the two were from his own herd was comforting, he relaxed almost immediately.
Note came around to the mare who seemed to be a medic, but stood a few feet behind her, trying to as respectful as possible.
"Is she okay?" Note spoke, looking terribly worried as he bent his head down to address the pair. He scolded himself on his poor manners, realizing he hadn't given them his name. "I'm Note, by the way," he said, doing his best to keep quiet and let the medic try and calm the startled filly.
His silvery hooves dragged the ground as he pushed himself forward, he barely noticed the trail of what seemed to be prints in the sand made by the long tail of horse. Once the pegasus did notice it, it was too late, he was at the end of the trail he had accidentally followed. His mystical green eyes jumped to life at the sight of the mares, shocked by their appearance. He calmed himself immediately, hoping the mares hadn't seen him. He took a few steps closer to them, silent steps, his hooves resting delicately on the sand.
As he neared, Note was horrified to see that one of the mares, wasn't much of a mare. She was but a filly, a much older one, but still a filly. She was shivering, obviously frightened by something. She was a pretty little filly, almost the height of short little Note himself. The other mare, an older one seeming to be about his own age, was soothing her, speaking so soft and smoothly, it gave Note a sense of wanting to fall asleep. The short little mare was definitely a medic of some sort, and as he neared the pair, he could smell the Throat on them. The realization that the two were from his own herd was comforting, he relaxed almost immediately.
Note came around to the mare who seemed to be a medic, but stood a few feet behind her, trying to as respectful as possible.
"Is she okay?" Note spoke, looking terribly worried as he bent his head down to address the pair. He scolded himself on his poor manners, realizing he hadn't given them his name. "I'm Note, by the way," he said, doing his best to keep quiet and let the medic try and calm the startled filly.
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[OOC: I hope you don't mind Note randomly jumping in! And the fact that it's a super long post cx]
