She let the footfalls grow nearer, not bothering to tear her eyes from the enchanting evergreen. Cheska had never troubled herself with much fear of injury. She outweighed nearly any threat that could oppose her, and she'd learned to take a hit and land on her feet. More than one of her dark marks was the result of a stray hoof smashing into unsuspecting flesh. Though she was virtually without skill in a fight, she'd won the only ones that ever mattered by keeping her head low and wearing her attackers down. There was no glory in it, but there was the quiet pride that she had never been the aggressor. There was security in the knowledge that even the mightiest of warriors could not crumble the most peaceful of mountains. There was probably a story in there somewhere... In due time.

When her eyes turned at the sound of a friendly greeting, they moved slowly, calculation of threat barely a flash in their sage depths. Instead, her expression was soft and curious.

The egg-speckled mare was perpetually enchanted by the vibrant denizens of this little land. She found them a charming sight. The roan was painted in indigo and grandly crowned with a single antler. His companion- What kind of backwoods witchcraft is that? Well... he was something. Far be it from her to judge after she'd accepted a dragon as reality. They seemed to be engaged in a conversation of their own, so she watched curiously for a long moment until the little one sat stock still as if by unheard command.

In the meanwhile, she'd found herself more caught up in the fact that everybody and their uncle seemed to have a little friend, and she'd yet to parse out exactly how these relationships had come to be. Did the creatures here just have some kind of odd birthing method wherein they popped out a zephyr or a bird or a tiny deer? She cocked her head, pondering its existence without its permission. What a curiosity. Fever dream or utopia, Helovia had left her perception of reality entirely unreliable.

She tossed her head in greeting, dipping it toward her chest. "Charmed, I'm sure," she replied with a practiced tongue. In the case of stallions, this was generally Cheska's favorite part. Everything they did after their initial greeting tended to either disappoint or outright hurt her. She didn't make the mistake of trusting them outright anymore. Still, she utterly lacked the self-control to ignore a potential conversation. She'd quickly found that everyone here had a story, and she had a gluttony for absorbing every single one.

Cheska grinned at him, mischief in her eyes and sarcasm dripping off her words. "Now, what's a nice boy like you doin in a gloomy place like this?"

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