N o t e

The caves were becoming increasingly suffocating with each day. It was time for him to get out of the caverns. Even though dangers still lurked in the world above, he could not keep wandering the same spaces each and everyday, flight completely prohibited by lack of space. For a pegasus, residing in the caverns was absolute hell.
So, despite whatever monsters were waiting for him above, Note slipped from the caves. He spread his wings and took to the sky, Sabel securely positioned atop his withers, claws entangled with his mane. He didn't know where to go at first. He knew where he couldn't go.
The Dragons Throat. Within that particular herd lay Gaucho and Sohalia and whatever spawn they were likely to have created in his absence. That was too awkward to even consider. Note's one and only home was no longer a safe haven and never would be for him again.
The stallion decided to fly north, the opposite direction of his former herdlands. To his memory, three other herds lay in this direction: The Edge, The Basin, and The Foothills. He had never even laid eyes of any of them, though he knew the Basin was ridden with racist unicorns out for the extermination of Pegasi and equines alike. He thought they were a sad waste of space and to be avoided at all costs.
The Foothills or The Edge. The wind could determine it for him. Note flew, enjoying the sound of wind whistling through his feathers until a jumbled group of individuals atop a massive cliff-like area caught his eye. They had to be the infamous herd of the World's Edge.
The dusty bay landed a few meters from them, watching their interactions carefully until he recognized a couple of familiar faces. The first: Cheveyo. The second: Aurelia. He wasn't immensely fond of the latter mare, but the first...she was special. His feelings for her were unrivaled. It seemed the painted mare's hooves led her to the Edge as well. Fate, destiny perhaps that they ended up in the same place. Whatever it was, it made him want to call the Edge home.
The group was centered around two individuals: Kaj and Kahula. The Queen and King from the looks of it. They seemed noble, certainly fit to lead. Note took tentative steps forward until he was a few feet behind Cheveyo, Sabel offering her a mew of greeting.
"Kaj, Kahula," Note began, addressing the leaders, "I'm Note. I'd like to join your herd as well."
Note's gaze held nothing but loyalty for the King and Queen as the words fell from his ashen lips. This was a choice he was not likely to regret.