'Oh look, the weather suits your personality perfectly today!' Sabel groaned through the bond, feet dragging at the ground so they left unmistakable prints in the snow. She had given up on caring if they were followed or not. Besides, the lynx was blind. If there was a creature anywhere near them, then she'd smell it before it saw the unlikely pair trudging through the snow in the pale hour of morning. Sabel found this mission of sorts dull and unneeded - a definite waste, though for her bonded, it was a different story. The cold chilled him, but brought a new sense of liveliness as well.
'You're just unhappy about getting up early,' Note snapped, flicking his long, dark gray tail at the cat who followed in his wake. The stallion hadn't told her where they were going or why. This information was to be kept a secret, for he knew it was a foolish endeavor to invest his time in.
The dusty bay stallion, so cold and remote, was on a hunt for his daughter. He hadn't seen the filly in months. The filly could be dead, though knowing the protective nature of Sohalia, this was unlikely. Even with this knowledge, Note kept it in the back of his mind as a possibility. He just had to remember he wasn't looking for a filly with wobbly legs and a rough coat, he was looking for someone a bit older. Skysong would be around a year by now. It's crazy how time flies when you're not there to fly with it.
Note had decided to start his search in the Threshold. It was an unlikely place for any being to reside in, but it was a start nonetheless. The dusty bay started his mission as early as possible, knowing she would be easier to find in the light rather than the ever consuming darkness of night. He had almost considered flying, but this would take a great deal of effort. It was far too early in the morning for flight, and taking into consideration the fact that he hadn't flown in months, a risky activity to pursue while still partially asleep.
So the dusty bay stallion continued forth on foot, eyes peeled for any signs of a light-colored champagne filly.
'Something - someone. Small. Filly. Left.' Sabel spoke, freezing in her tracks to look forward and to the left. Hope swelled in Note's chest at the words, anxiously flicking his long tail. This small one could possibly be his little Skysong.
The bay trudged along carefully until he broke out into the open, his eyes falling upon a yearling. It was small, a filly like Sabel had said. She was of a rosy color, though, and lack Skysong's characteristic wings. Note's heart, what was left of it, at least, crumbled. His hopes had been up for nothing.
This filly looked as if she needed help, her scrawny body digging at the ground for some source of grass. Perhaps he should help her, while he was here.
"Hey there, I'm Note and this is my bonded, Sabel," Note spoke, his voice uncharacteristically soft, as well as his eyes. The stallion just couldn't deny the soft spot he had for foals and youngsters. Sabel purred next to his silvery hooves, her sightless eyes seeming calm and welcoming as he spoke her name, ears perking up as if to say, 'Yes, I'm paying attention to you!'
"Could we be of any assistance to you?"