Olivia's face. Her coat was still yellow though, her mane long and flowing and styled with a few lengths of green and gold ribbon. The pony had been sitting in a raised chair, holding a collapsible acoustic guitar in her hooves and strumming it with her wings. She looked up at the screen, blushing a little, and dropped it. It fell with a metallic thump to the floor, and she sat up, propping her hooves up on the table to look at the camera.