Things had been going oddly smooth in the depths of the undergrounds of Helovia. Cheveyo almost thought it was pointless to have a guard stand by the solitary entry into the lands all of the healthy equines left were currently holed up in, but this was her duty and she would continue to serve until her last breath left her body. Even then, it was rumored that her ghost would continue surviving on this planet, floating around forever and ever keeping watch over the herds as some spirit warrior that the mares would tell their children about. Flicking her flaxen tail across her painted barrel the lady warrior allowed an amused smirk to slide across her features quickly.
It wasn't very often that the mare allowed amusement or any emotion other than seriousness to cross her features, in fact just then was one of the only times the paint could remember smiling since the dark cloud had rolled across the pale blue sky. Chestnut harks flicked back against her skull as pink pools looked up at the opening once more, it had been a few weeks since her grand entrance into their burrow as of just yet she hadn't taken the time to go looking around at the other caverns and caves that seemed to be linked to the Sanctuary some how, but then she wasn't infected nor was she injured in anyway so what was the point in going into the caverns known for their history of healing?
Allowing a soft sigh to slide off of her vocal chords into the air that only carried the sound of the gentle murmurs coming from deep within the caverns. From what she had been able to tell, in the very small amount of time that she spent around the others, it seemed that the herds were all but disbanded as everyone began to mingle in more and more with those that in other circumstances they wouldn't speak or even look at each other. All of the current events made Cheveyo's painted pelt crawl with discomfort and only seemed to be pushing her further and further away, no matter what happened the lady warrior would be there to protect those who claimed their alliance to the Foothills. They were her home and she had sworn to protect them with her life.
It was then that a rustling sound from above ground near the entrance she was guarding reached her chestnut harks. Excitement and nervousness danced through the mustangs veins as her normally pinned back harks slowly made their way forward and her pink pools lit up uncharacteristically, it had been so long since there was any kind of excitement in the sanctuary and in all honesty she was a little too excited to see what was going to slip into her grasps. Taking a step or two backwards and away from the entrance the painted warrior waited in the shadows for whatever it would be that would come tumbling through the hole.
Of course the creature didn't keep Cheveyo waiting long as a painted form came sliding from the hole in the ceiling, and for a moment she thought he was going to be able to keep his footing unlike most others who made such graceful entrances. But at the last moment his ivory knees gave out from under him and went crashing towards the cool stone floor. Cringing slightly the painted mare flicked her harks back once more, pink eyes reading the lost expression that was crossing the features of the painted stud. Sighing inwardly she took a step forwards and out of the shadows, her presence being announced by the sound of her daggers hitting the stone, there was no way she would waste her words by letting him know she was here.
"Can I help you?" Underused vocal chords cracked and snapped with each word as her forward motion came to a halt a safe distance from the creature. He seemed like some lost little child and as much as Cheveyo wanted to just remain hiding in her shadows, this was her duty.


"Speech."
[Tag: @[Aaron] ]
[Words: -6-9-8 ]
[Muse: Kacey Musgraves ]
[Notes: Sorry for popping her in~ hope you don't mind.]