Heloise went to where she had left Gallant, and smiled at her horse. She petted his neck, "I got in" She said softly, leaning her head against his head, and hugging him. He was black, but surprisingly, his mane and tail were white. At the moment, both were a mess of knots from their travels. She would spend time with him, give him a good rub down, and grooming, and an apple. He deserved it greatly. 

She smiled, running her fingers through his mane, and waiting for Solan. She had made it in. She felt like laughing.