N o t e

Each day was turmoil. He was torn between two worlds - not loving Cheveyo (but desperately wanting to) and yearning for his daughter. His family had been all but ripped to shreds, his good friend (cherished friend) Cheveyo being the only source of happiness in his life. Besides Sabel. But she wasn't that useful, especially in times such as these when the cat was angry at him.
The lynx was in a foul mood due to his attention being turned to other matters. She refused to speak, walking solemnly behind Note at all times, as she was doing in this moment. Note was back on his hunt for Skysong, as he so often did without telling anyone, even Sabel. It was a foolish quest that led to him ending up tired and empty-handed.
But could you really blame him? The stallion just wanted to see his one and only daughter one last time before he began to move on from his old life and transition into the new.
He needed a fresh start, that was for sure, but Sohalia and Skysong had been major parts of his life. Note was at peace knowing the fate of Sohalia, but knew not what had become of Skysong. Soh hadn't told him a thing before she had ran away. He wasn't interested in seeing the mare again, but his daughter? His own flesh and blood? His creation?
He wanted to see her.
Note halted in his tracks when he realized his thoughts and aimless wandering had led him to the Thistle Meadow. Memories were made here, ones that he did not regret but would not like to revisit. The flowers were dry, brown and wilted, which was to be expected in Frostfall.
But wait. What was this? A circle of fresh vegetation encased a lone horse. Perhaps the being had Earth magic of some sort. The longer Note gazed at the new being, the more he realized this to be untrue. He was the God of the Earth, he had to be. The presence the stallion gave off was nothing less than Godly.
Note tentatively approached the immortal, feeling small compared to him. It took a few moments of silence and gawking in the God's presence for the dusty bay stallion to muster up enough courage to speak.
"I - uh, hey, I'm N - Note," the stallion spoke nervously, regretting the words immediately. They sounded pretty deft. But he had never met a God before. His nerves certainly were getting the best of him in this situation. Sabel rubbed up against his canon bone, purring in support, although she was still as angry as ever. "I was wondering if you knew anything about how my daughter, Skysong, is doing?" Note asked, slowly regaining his composure. That was hard to do for him in the company of a God.

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Note is not seeking a anything other than a chat and a bit of info about Skysong.