Speaking of, I turned to the only mirror in the room. At least there was one, even if its frame was creepily plastered with pictures of smiling mares. I looked into it. A rather sheepish-looking snow-white mare peered back out at me through big, honest eyes that radiated demure innocence. Her mane was a sleek teal-green, silky and beautiful but left unstyled and natural. Her soft hooves were clean, but its fur just a little rougher where it was entirely smooth elsewhere, suggesting a life of honest physical labour. Even her tail and the fur on her back was just a little sun-bleached, suggesting she was a mare of sunny outdoor work, not one of shadows. All in all, the ideal earth pony mare, simple, down-to-earth, rough-around-the-edges, but with natural loveliness aplenty. Perfect for an earth pony farming community. 