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[October]

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. -sworn to the gates