The walk through her old home causes a slight chill along her spine but it’s from the excitement that bubbles like a life spring in her heart. The air is cool and crisp with the winter season but it feels warmer today and her fuzzy coat itches deep in her skin. October can feel a blossom of a smile crawling across her dark lips.

The buttermilk mare is nearly a creamy white with the thickness of her coat. She can feel a small longing for spring to shed the extra layer but perhaps it’s only because the winter day feels unseasonably warm. The Gates always drew out the best in her demeanor and she is eager to reestablish her devotion to the land.

It’s quiet on her walk aside from the crunch of her hooves over frozen blades of grass. She tips her dark nose up to scent for other equines. Hopefully there are others? A small, polite whinny is given to alert any who may hear as October cannot contain her excitement to return home.

October finds a feeling of giddiness swelling in her breasts as her call is answered. Oh my it has been ages! The buckskin admires the other mare with bright amber eyes as she twitches slightly with warmth and interest. October exudes sheer warmth and gentleness as her eyes fall to the filly by the other’s side. ”Hello!” Her tone was bright and lifted. She smiles to the filly but her eyes quickly returned to the painted mare out of politeness.

”I’m October,” she begins gently as she realizes that this Beqanna has since been resurrected in the previous years and October was from lifetimes past, ”it’s so good to see another face.” A small laugh follows after the statement. She does not want to appear too pushy so she takes a breath and share a few heartbeats with the others. ”It’s wonderful to be back here. I lived here long ago…are there any other’s here?”

She pauses now to at least let the other mare answer. October worries she may appear forward but can not contain her happiness to return to the Gates. There were so many old, painful memories buried in the land when she loved Sariel…but those feel ancient and old. October is renewed and fresh again when the old lands had been resurrected and she intended to spent this second life living as a gift. Gone was the shell of a mare she had been. This land, this version of the Gates would be lived in light and appreciation.