they say nothing good happens here when midnight rolls around; ANY

[Ledger]

Through the heather and bracken, he comes. Flaxen mane whipping against his neck as another strong gust of wind whirls past him. Returning to the Gates holds no regret yet there is still a distance between himself and the kingdom and it’s subjects. There is no blame, he understands. They are busy, they all have a purpose and most hustle and bustle and get their work done. Meanwhile he drifts about, not quite knowing what to do or where to go. A flicker of inspiration brings him here to the meadow which is where he now watches a mare struggle to stand like a newborn foal. It seems to take a few attempts for her to become sturdy and gain her bearings. By that time he has already started making his way towards her. A soft whinny given to alert her that he was coming, concern reflected in those dark gold flecked eyes. ”Are you ok?” He asks, his voice raspy but polite. His vocal chords had laid dormant in the time it had taken him to return to Beqanna. He needed more social interactions if it was ever to return to the husky deep baritone it had once been. Velvet muzzle reaches out, his neck extended, to lay a calming caress on her shoulder as he continues to look at her with worry and waits patiently to see if she needs his help. L E D G E R