Great... I'm betting that I'm late again...
With a sudden flash of light, a clay-colored unicorn had appeared a good number of yards away from said farm. Her mane, orange as, well, an orange, seemed to shine out against the sunlight, blocking a bit of the line of her bluish-lavender eyes. She seemed to have brown saddlebags with her, one on each side. They both contained some personal things of hers, including a set of her carving knifes.
"I just hope nobody is angry that I'm late...", Rockshire said, as she began to trot off towards the barn.