“Why would I?!” she nearly shouted. “I’m the new officer, everypony here is giving me such a cold shoulder! The unit doesn’t have any respect for me. I have to be tough, because if I don’t, then they’ll just…” She swallowed hard, and you took the time to admire her palette. Her coat was bright, like the embers of a flame, but her mane was dyed a fiery red in tandem with streaks of white. It was also long and flowing, like a noble’s, but completely natural whereas the ladies of Canterlot’s high society went through tons of work to make their hair look like that. “They’ll just blow me off.”