Her arrival is quiet and not much of great importance. The youth garbed in simple white attire steps lightly across the weathered cobblestones of the main square. Twin bright eyes eagerly take the entire area into speculation as a thoughtful glimmer slips into the lenses. First things... you need a mount, Seny... Her hands - both had been resting at her sides placidly - give sudden tremors, causing the white spun material to shudder as well in tiny vibrations. Then quickly her entire build spins as her direction now is directed to the horse market.