I'll be the light that guides you home(ANY)

[Lantern]

The Kladruby hybrid canters through the meadows that start to make up the Gates with a blazing smile on her broad face.  Her silky black coat glistens in the pre-dawn light, her muscles and solid bones standing out in relief as if she were cast from stone.  She has the nimble baroque build of her sire's Frisian lineage but the almost grotesquely roman nose of her Kladruby mother.  The only mark on her exquisite black coat is a broad but irregular purple blaze.  It glows like ultraviolet, her own little lantern in the dark, the trait for which she was named. There's not much for the yearling girl to do by herself so she makes a game of plucking up long strands of grass and blowing them into the air, trying to keep them aloft for as long as she can.  Following one particularly good blade, she finds she's not watching her feet and stumbles into a dried out husk of a log long overgrown by grass.  A squeal escapes her lips as she gives a half-rear, fleeing from her sudden captor.  Her foreleg is stuck, the huge hoof caught in snarls of grass and broken bark and twigs.  Giving a mighty rear, the filly throws her whole weight back, a precursor to the powerhouse that she may one day be as blades of grass tear. But it's not enough, her large forehoof remains clad in a boot of grass and twigs.  In her distress, however, she finds that she can still run and tears around the meadow, her three other hooves digging into the soil and leaving great muddy wounds in the earth.  After some time squealing, grunting, and galloping she quiets, flanks damp with sweat and her leg sore from the odd gait, her head hanging low so that her wavy locks drape down her aquiline nose.