Note & Sabel

An amused smirk crossed Sabel's muzzle as the new horse approached the pair. It seemed as if she wasn't the only being looking for the attention of her bonded. Calm, dull emotion still radiated from Note, the stallion oblivious to the current events and still asleep. Sabel mewed, getting up from the messy locks of her beloved and clawing over to his ear. The little kit bit down on Note's ear - hard.

Lightning cracked in the sky above them once more, his head popping up immediately as Sabel's teeth sunk into his ear. With an annoyed snort, the bay shook his head to rid himself of Sabel before addressing the mare. "Hello," Note smiled, the lightning settling in the sky. He hoped it hadn't scared the mare, for that wouldn't be good at all.

"I'm Note, and this rascal is Sabel. I'm sorry for the lightning, it appears in the sky around me sometimes," The stallion apologized, getting to hooves with ease. Though sleep still dazed Note, he was able to recover from it quickly enough. Since the mare approaching him was a fem, he'd be kind to her. If it had been a stallion, he would've dismissed the brute immediately. Mares needed more respect than stallions.

Sabel hissed in annoyance as her bonded moved, the sightless kit falling to the ground. Images of lightning flashed through Note's mind as the annoyed kit continued to hiss at him. Note had sent images of lightning to Sabel before, so it made sense that she'd remember the image. Lightning appeared when the bay was annoyed, so it was Sabel's way of telling him she was annoyed. 'Such a clever companion I've got myself,' Note mused to himself before moving his head down and bumping his muzzle into the kit's paws. She understood immediately and bounded up her bonded's face, nape, then curled up on his scarred withers.

Note smiled back at his companion, checking to make sure she was safe before turning back to the new mare. Her pelt was gray, and great wings sprouted from her sides. She was a pegasus, just as he was. Maybe she'd be as kind to him as he was to her.
"talk talk talk"

Note & Sabel

The mare was a contradicting being to Note. She loved storms. How many horses do you meet that actually enjoy the feeling of rain battering down on your pelt? About one in a million. It seemed as if Note had come across one of the rare horses who liked the rain, the thunder and the lightning to hang above their head. Not even Note, who controlled his little bursts of lightning, particularly enjoyed storms.

The mare, Storm, she had said her name was (and a fitting one at that) seemed to be easing up. For that, Note was glad. He wasn't one for becoming so easy minded around others, so his emotions stayed the same: nonexistent. His lips would curl up into a small smile every now and then, but he rarely displayed much emotions, though that didn't mean he was a cold hearted beast. Note, after all, had a mate and child who he cherished more than anything else in the world, even Sabel.

"Adorable? No, she's a brat," Note mused aloud, glancing towards the kit perched upon his nape. A mew of agitation slipped from her jaws as she sent more images of lightning to the bay. For a blind lynx, she did well at sending images to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Storm," Note continued, ignoring Sabel and shifting his gaze back to the mare.

As their conversation shifted to the weather, so did Note's eyes. They wandered to the departing clouds left over from his magic as the sun started to peer out from the puffs. The heat of Helovia was something Note would never get used to. He often found himself missing the cold regions he used to live in, and reminded himself to visit the Steppe or Arch sometime soon.

"Yes, it's nice. It'd be better if it wasn't so hot," Note frowned a bit, a sigh following his words. It was funny how a horse that loved the winter so much had taken residence in the hottest place on Loorien: a desert.

"talk talk talk"