11-21-2016, 10:58 PM
The purple and swirly mare is taking a leisurely stroll through the meadow on such a pretty day. she keeps her red wings tucked nearly at her spine as violet eyes observe her surroundings. A little sniff here and there clues her in on the ins and outs of Beqanna.
A small sigh escapes her delicate lips as she misses her lovely horns but the Reckoning took what it wanted. Thankfully she had something left. Limbs move her over the ground early as she has no destination but to soak up some sun. It is once she is satisfied in the warm sun that she lips and expands her wings to sun and groom. Keirra is glad that spring had finally come. She was not well adapted for the harsh winter cold.