As swish of flowers and long grass paired with thundering hooves came to his ears, he pulled his head up and came to a halt. He stared at the magnificence of the stallion's trot, watching the new pegasus closely with a slight smile at his blissful arrogance. He took a step towards the stallion, examining him closely. He was a Throat's stallion for sure, he could smell him even though the distance between them was great.
'C'mon, Note, it wouldn't hurt to chat with a pegasus of your own herd,' Note thought to himself as he watched the stallion take a step deeper into the meadow. He sighed, gathering himself up, and cantering down the small hill he had been atop of. He slowed himself down at the bottom, trotting at a brisk pace until he had reached the stallion.
"Hello, friend, my name is Note," He said warmly, stopping a few feet away from the new pegasus.