It had been too long. Many a day too long since Cheveyo had felt anything other than the hard, unforgiving rock beneath her hooves and the stiff, cool air that wound it's way through the intricate set of caverns that the population of Helovia had been thriving in for the past season or two. But today. Today was the day that they would be free again, a cure had been found for whatever horrid disease it was that was eating their loved ones and turning them into horrible wraiths. A shudder of disgust washed over the mare's fire and ice pelt as she made a quick and graceful exit from the caverns, thanking gods she hadn't been knocked in the head by one of her feathered cousins with they eruption from the grounds below.
Rolling her shoulders the lady warrior began her forward movement, allowing her ivory dipped limbs to stretch out and beat the snow covered earth with a ferocity that she hadn't felt in a long time. The burning sensation in her muscles was exhilarting, and Cheveyo almost didn't care about the fact that Mother Earth was covered in the chilling snow rather than being sunny and beautiful as she was so hoping it would be. As she ran her mind drifted over the happenings in the caverns, she had become a bit more social than what she had been before being trapped like some kind of prey animal. But some may say she had been forced into sociability with the close proximity of everyone, the painted warrior wasn't sure what it was going to be like being free of their cages.
Then there was Note. The stallion confused Cheveyo to the max, the feelings she carried for him were mind blowing and she wasn't sure what to do with them or what their next step was. Would the slowly growing relationship of theirs dwindle and die as the freedom seeped into the veins? Or would it flourish and bloom as Birdsong came along? Either way, he was now a dear friend and it would pain her to not see his emerald pools and flaming wings ever again. The oh-so familiar scent of her old stomping grounds brought the mare out of her daze as her gallop slowed into a canter and then even a trot. Something inside of her screamed and kicked and begged her to go over the boarder once more into the Foothills that she had grown to love. But then even stronger was the desire to keep going, keep her forward motion until she reached the destination she had in mind. The Edge.
Cheveyo cursed herself for taking the long way around, knowing that by the time she got there everyone would be there and she would then take her place hidden away in the shadows of the rest of the herd and life would go on as it had in the Foothills. Snorting harshly the painted mare put her old life behind her, the movement out of the caverns was a rebirth for her...she would find someway to mix business and pleasure evenly into her life.
Before she knew it the high walls of the Edge came into sight and a gentle smile spread across her pallid features, this is what she had been waiting on. Home. Slowing to a trot the lady warrior made her way through one of the openings into the land just behind the frame of a white and gold pegasus who seemed to know where he was going. A light gasp slipped from her kissers as her orchid pools took in the beauty of the land around her, snow covered and shimmering with the natural beauty and grace of mother nature. Flicking her long flaxen tail against her damp sweaty sides the mare's mind felt at peace. This was where she was meant to be she could tell.
Cheveyo knew that the herds had new leaders, new rules, new ranks, new magic, new everything. But she hadn't heard much about these new rulers other than what she had heard being whispered about them in the caverns. The Sunshower and the Stormbringer were their titles, interesting enough to say the least, and they were known to be kind and just creatures in the lands of Helovia so as the two toned pegasus in front of her came to a halt Cheveyo's orchid pools reached forward to land on the couple that stood tall and proud before them. The black and white paint was stunning with her pale orbs and the glow around her that just oozed with peace and happiness, she had to be the Sunshower. Standing beside her with his feathered appendages stretched high into the sky was a stallion she had met once before in her meeting with the painted stallion, Aaron. She couldn't quite remember his calling though, so Stormbringer it would be until she knew more.
Allowing the painted stallion to finish speaking, Cheveyo tucked her new bit of knowledge away into the cavities of her mind the Queen's name was Kahlula a beautiful sing-songy name to fit a mare like her. Bowing low the warrior spoke, her tones soft and gentle after finally being used regularly again. "I am Cheveyo your Majesties." Returning to her full height she offered a soft smile, "I too, am yours to command." It felt strange telling someone who wasn't Apollo that she was theirs to command, but at the same time the words rang out so very naturally.

"Speech"
Tagged;; The Edge
Notes;; -happy dances-
Words;; Nine Hundred and Twenty Two