The excitement that was washing off of the ivory mare in waves was beginning to rub off on the painted mare as she stood parallel to the much prettier creature staring at the etchings in the walls. It was comforting and depressing all at the same times to see the scratch marks that could easily be turned into some kind of words and eventually into stories to tell the young ones. Each story carried a different lesson than the other, each one had it's own moral and a new ending. Sometimes, the main character would get out of whatever event he or she was in without a single scratch. Sometimes, they would get out nearly dead, or one would die. And then there were the stories that most of the young ones adored, when the main character survived...more than survived he or she became blessed by the gods and thrived for the rest of their mortal lives.
Shaking her skull slightly the mare began to wonder why she hadn't been lead to notice the stories before now. Why had the gods allowed her to get so distracted by the handsome Note to not notice the familiar words the last time she had found herself in the room? Whatever the reason, the painted warrior was absolutely astounded by the room. It was breathtakingly beautiful, the fact that she could read the words just added to the beauty. For a moment, the lady warrior forgets about the winged beauty that is standing...more like wiggling, next to her as her orchid pools focus in on the words swimming around the room.
But her moment of peace doesn't last long as the mare's vocals pushed the floating sea of symbols away. "That's amazing, my sister, Rowan, would have loved this place." The way the mare hesitated ever so slightly and the volume of her voice dropped a couple notches caused a few notes of curiousity to drift through Cheveyo's mind, but no questions were asked as it wasn't her place to intrude on the stranger's personal life. Remaining tight lipped the painted lady flicked her orbs back to the wall once more only to hear the sound of the ivory lady's voice again. "Could you maybe read just a little of it? If it's not too much trouble?" She had been expecting this question to come as soon as she mentioned that the symbols were familiar to her, it was just a matter of deciding which story was worth telling and which would be a waste of precious time and energy that could be used in training.
Flicking her flaxen tail against her painted sides, Cheveyo sighed softly as she looked over the symbols one last time before allowing her rosy kissers to part. "Most of them are about the gods and what happens to those who disrespect them. But a few are about the good who praise the gods with all that they have, so they get rewarded." Cheveyo braced herself for the next onslaught of questions that she expected from the excited mare. She would probably want to know the details of a few stories, or better yet...ask about the painted markings on her pelt.


"Words words words."

Tag;; @[Sohalia]
Words;; Five Hundred and Thirty Three
OOC;; <3 grumbles you would make me actually come up with some story that is written xD