“Sohalia? Are you there?” The words rang out in the Threshold, meeting the ears of a weary dusty bay pegasus stallion. He pricked his ears forward, in the direction of the call. Why was someone calling for Sohalia? His Sohalia?

Different scenarios came to his mind as Note was engulfed in panic. She could be hurt, trapped, or worst, even. He had been traveling home, to the Throat, after a long a day of practicing his sparring moves in the Steppe. The cold of the Steppe comforted him, he often went there solely to think, clear his mind. The journey from the Throat to the Steppe was a long one, it would, of course, be quicker if he flew, but he still wasn't entirely confident about flying. His scar still marked him in a way that didn't make him want to experience flight. Flying left his muscles in a strained state, making it best for him if Note only flew for a short time.

Then again, it had been Sohalia who had assured him of flight. It was her he belonged to and wouldn't let down. He simply had to investigate. He pulled his gate up into a trot, his eyes sharp, but still drooped with a need for sleep, or some rest of a kind. He started to slow at the sound of rustling, and moved towards the sound with more caution.

“Hello?” came the same voice he had heard. It sounded dainty, like it would belong to a filly. This only further confused Note as he moved cat-like between two bushes to face a small, white filly staring back at him.

"I - uh, I'm sorry if I frightened you, I heard you calling for Sohalia, so I wanted to make sure everything was alright," Note smiled at the filly, softening his eyes with care. He rarely looked at anyone this way. Sohalia? Always. But a random filly? Not likely. The stallion knew he, that to fulfill Sohalia's expectations of a lover, he'd have to be a father. It was a scary thought, especially because of his limited interactions with foals. Practice makes perfect, right? If that was the case, all he had to do was meet more foals...

N o t e

The filly seemed calm enough, which settled Note's nerves. He was far too overprotective about Sohalia, and scolded himself for it. She was strong, she could take care herself. He found himself yearning for the mare's presence by his side at random times in the day, and being the over-thinking stallion he was, Note wanted her to be okay. It made him develop overprotective feelings for everyone he happened to care for.

“It is not a problem at all sir, but might I ask how you know Sohalia?” spoke the flea bitten gray filly, her words brimming with eagerness. He smiled at her, leaning his head down to where his head was level with her own. His lucid green gaze peered into the filly's dazzling blue one as she took a step towards Note. He was slightly taken aback by the filly's words, for he didn't know how to describe his relationship with Sohalia. He flicked his ears back in uncertainty, but quickly returned them to the filly.

"Sohalia and myself are very close, I believe you can say," he mused, watching the filly intently as her emotions started to twist till an aura of exuberant glee surrounded her. It was strange - watching foals act. This one seemed so well behaved, but had a bubbly side to her. 'What peculiar creatures...was I like that when I was a foal?' Note thought to himself. He didn't remember his childhood. His mother? He couldn't forget her kind, graceful words. But he had no remembrance of his time as a foal. “My name is Azeen! May I know your name?” the filly, Azeen, continued to chime in her dainty little foal voice.

"My name is Note," He said before a rustling occurred to his side. He pulled his head up, looking at the trees when a familiar, gleaming white coat stepped towards the pair. He grinned at the sight of Sohalia and her precious, bi-colored eyes that mesmerized him.

"Hello, love. Rest assured that I, at least, am fine," Sohalia spoke, giving him a nuzzle. He dipped his head to hers, lightly touching her soft, white cheek in fondness. "We've been apart far too long, my dear," He whispered to her in a flirtatious tone, not expecting an answer. His voice wasn't loud enough for anyone else to hear, his words were between Sohalia and him alone. He removed his muzzle from her cheek, then turned back to Azeen. He still had questions as to how they knew each other, but for now, he would simply watch.

“Well I-um got lost without you or Leander, so here I am… I guess.” Azeen had finished speaking. He tilted his head at the mention of Leander. He had betrayed the herd, welcoming strangers into the herd, then running off with them. The Sun God was furious, and outcasted the group. He had never met the LionHeart, he was no one to judge, but the mention of him made Note even more curious as to what had gone down between Azeen, Sohalia, and Leander.

N o t e

Lost. The poor filly had been lost?! The thought of a child on it's own practically broke Note's heart. He wasn't that great around foals, but he had a soft spot for them. They couldn't be alone, they simply couldn't. Foals were weak creatures, malicious animals lurked in the shadows that could easily kill them. The thought sent a shiver up his spine as he gazed at Azeen protectively, his ears flicking back and forth, alert for any kind of danger.

"But come along now, and I - we, will take you home." Sohalia's words were positive, but her eyes gave him a different sign as she briefly stole a look at Note. He didn't hesitate to answer her questioning gaze with a small nod. Azeen was all to happy about Sohalia's words, running to the pair before her and nuzzling them affectionately as she squirmed between Note and Sohalia.

Note merely laughed at her, leaning his head down to touch her ear. It was a small gesture, but it was acknowledgeable to her affection. "Don't worry about it, Azeen. We're more than happy to take you home," Note spoke, his voice smooth and calm. He glanced at Sohalia, a smile plastered on his dark gray lips. He felt like he was finally a part of the family he never had.