It was strange being around another being that was just as uncomfortable in the presence of others as she was. Although this odd colored stallion before her seemed to be a bit more uncomfortable than she normally was, Cheveyo figured she probably wasn't the best one out of the welcoming committed to have greeted the odd unicorn into their caverns. Flicking her tail gently against her sides as she stepped from the shadows into the circle of light created by the entrance. Today it seemed the light was much more pure and bright than it had been on other days, a quick glance out into the world she longed so badly for gave her an answer for the odd brightness. It was frostfall and the ground was blanketed by pure white snow. Thankful to be tucked away somewhere toasty and warm; the lady warrior's hark swiveled about to listen to the stallion's baritones as they fell from his blood red kissers.
"Unless a wraith is what is covering the skies and.. .eating everything above ground.. No." His lyrics were followed by the sound of his hooves dragging against the hard rock ground as if he was shifting his position slightly. Shaking her skull ever so slightly the mare turned so her rosy pools were settled on the stallion for a few moments thinking over the words he had spoken. He was one of the few she had heard of that had never ran into one of the disgusting half rotted creatures. Maybe he was just lucky, or he was just stupid, or maybe even such a loner that he hadn't been around any others. It was at that point that the emptiness in the stallion's eyes had registered in Cheveyo's mind and her own gaze was adverted in hopes of keeping her sanity around him.
"Apparently they are what are causing the sun to disappear." Her gentle lyrics rolled from her salmon colored tongue as she turned her eyes back to him hesitantly, there was something off about the stallion who stood before her, but she couldn't quite figure it out. But there was no need to chase him off by making it obvious that she knew. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth a time or two in typical Cheveyo fashion the mare rolled over different thoughts in her mind before it dawned on her that they really were strangers for the time being. She had no idea what the name of the oddly colored beast was nor where he hailed from. Shaking her tangled flaxen tresses slightly the mare flashed a gentle, but warm smile to the stranger before speaking again. "I am Cheveyo of what was once the Windtossed Foothills by the way." It was slowly growing more and more unnerving being around someone more awkwardly socially unskilled than herself, it meant she actually had to carry her weight in the conversation rather than letting the other run their jaw while she just smiled and nodded with an occasional word here and there.

"Words words words."

Tag;; @[Voodoo]
Words;; Five Hundred and Seven
OOC;; Sorry I'm so slow D:

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