It was time to uncover the missing threads of Giselle’s tapestry. This land held memories of her childhood, a small sooty coated filly rolling around in the Peak dust. As the grulla mare surfaced over a rise in the earth, the wind shifted her mane and carried smells that reminded her of her mother and father. Giselle passed the outskirts of the Peak, moving cautiously as if she was trying to meld with shadows. The deeper the mare traveled towards the center of the territory, she was continually reminded with old land marks that she had passed with her mother. Giselle was born here, in a closed thicket near the center of the Peak. The small patch of trees seemed to be scare across the expanse. The Peak itself appeared to be relatively open unless you could find the right places.

The silvered blend of her soot and white patched coat streaked across the wide landscape, sticking out so boldly due to the lack of mares here. Giselle could smell them, they were here and their voices echoed in her ears. The silver grullo’s right ear switched towards the source, with a fluid motion her body gravitated towards the huddle of estrogen at a trot. Giselle was certain they would not know her, as she did not recognize any of them as she halted a cautious distance away. Lifting her head Giselle regarded each mare in the circle with a glance. Not forgetting a reasonable acknowledgement she dipped her muzzle, very briefly. The electricity of Giselle’s bright blue eyes offered herself to the Vulcans as she circled over the uniqueness of each mare, she was her mother’s daughter and she was here to pick up from where Ardea had left off.

Giselle caught the tail end of the shire’s speech from a distance, aware that her sudden apparition might disturb them. After all the silver grullo overo mare was a stranger to them, however not as strange as she would seem. Being born on the Peak’s very edges, Giselle felt drawn to return here - as if some sort of invisible tracking device engrained itself inside of her body. Giselle believed she recognized Anath, not knowing her name however something was oddly familiar to her. Perhaps they had crossed paths when Giselle had lived here with her mother Ardea. Within a few seconds of arriving within the group’s parameters and issuing a rigid greeting Giselle was quick to address herself.

“Hello, my apologies for interrupting your meeting. I’m Giselle, daughter of Ardea. Here to offer my loyalty to the Vulcans and assist in reclaiming the Peak’s reputation. That is if you’ll have me here.”

Giselle’s blue eyes lingered on Anath, trying to bridge the gaps before looking back on the rest of the entourage while she awaited their judgement.