. . . kipra treads lightly 'pon this new terra. Thorn like auds are pricked 'top finely featured dial. Optics are birght, looking 'round her. Delicate nostrils flare, taking in the smells that fly t'wards her. Kipra's gaze fall 'pon the chestnut brute that lead her here. Dial is tossed and whispy banner is flagged, once again, unsure of the area. Nervous snort is emitted and she turns 'round, looking at the others. Though nervous, she was not afaird. Light fore paws at the earth, before hinds contract, and she heads heavenwards. Diamond sharp hooves slice the air. Landing, dial is raised and loud snort is emitted. Lips part and ivories are shown, a shrill whistle pushing forth, annoucing her arrival . .