Alleo nodded his head as Cheveyo told him what he already knew; that his sisters were strong girls. Even though he knew how strong they were and that they were capable of taking care of themselves it didn't stop him from worrying about them. He had been their protector since they hit the ground and opened their eyes. He was responsible for them and if anything happened to them in this time of darkness he would never forgive himself. He worried over them day and night as he watched over Rasta and tried to keep her safe in all the ways that he had failed his sisters. As he looked over at Rasta he could see the understanding in her eyes that he still had not found his sisters and he knew he would probably have to answer to her for not searching for them like he should have. It was just another one of his faults that he would have to eventually make amends for.

"You're right." He admitted. "But the Constrictor was also strong and from the rumors I've heard she was taken by the darkness." Another glance was thrown at the cave opening as if he expected a wraith to come charging in any moment, but it remained empty and eerily calm. "From what I've heard there are many strong warriors that have fallen." His ears lay back against his head and he snorted, wondering if Cheveyo would be able to read his thoughts and know that he was wondering if it was only a matter of time before they all fell. Their safe haven couldn't last forever and with them all being trapped underground they were ripe for the picking.

"Did you see anyone else on your way here?" There was little hope in his voice as he thought the question was pointless. If Cheveyo had seen anyone worth saving the feisty mare would have gone after them and dragged them with her, wouldn't she? Alleo liked to think he knew his comrade well enough to think that she would, but fear could make someone do things they wouldn't normally do. Like hide in a cave underground and wait out a dark storm that was ripping the world apart right above their heads.

The stallion turned his head toward Rasta and watched her for a moment. Feeling her body pressed against his helped him to get a grip on the looming helplessness that threatened to shake his entire world. He had a purpose as long as she was at his side. He had someone to protect and someone to love, apparently. It made the corners of his mouth twitch upward for a fraction of a second before his attention returned to the painted warrior who introduced herself. "Her name is Rasta of what was the Dragon's Throat." He said. "She is mute until Tallsun."

@[Cheveyo], @[Rasta]

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