The sight of movement drew Oswin from watching the gilded mare and her attention was completely stolen away by who she saw. Oswin’s eyes widened and pure, unadulterated joy saturated her expression as a happy gasp stole from her mouth in surprise. “Jetta!” Oswin was so very happy to see Jetta was still here. Her white-faced sister had been on her mind often as she thought of the day she would return home to the Peak. Oswin returned the affectionate touch, though knew later they would reconnect on a deeper, private level. For now they had company and Oswin offered Jetta another small, happy smile before she turned her eyes back to the other mare.

“It is wonderful to meet you too, Rehya. I will live here again, at the Peak.” Oswin replied with a kind smile that widened just a bit, happy to have met such a kind and wonderful new sister. Though the Prairie would always be the home of her foalhood, the Peak would be Oswin’s home for the rest of her days. There was nowhere else on these islands that gave her the absolute sense of belonging like the Peak and the company of her sisters.

Speaking of, another came to join them who knew Oswin’s sister, Jetta (it would seem). Oswin’s bright blue eyes regarded this newly approached mare with the same warmth and familiarity she extended to the others. “My name is Oswin,” she said by way of introduction, “I’m Jetta’s sister. I used to live here for some time a year or so ago, but left the islands for a time.” She explained and with her still bright eyes, smiled at the mare. “Do you live here at the Peak?” Her heart felt full, spending time with her sisters by bond and one by both blood and bond.