The mixture of the twilight she let her eyes fall on had giving of a mysterious atmosphere but also a peaceful one in her eyes. The larger mare just stared over the sight that played outside for some seconds to come and took it towards herself. Her attention would have moved itself over to the walls where some paintings of famous artists hung. They had always done that and been there. She released a smile of recognition. Fleur could then say that she was home again. Everything was as it was supposed to be for her.