She shook her head, which drew his attention.  Suddenly, he became curious about how her mane had been tied back into a tight pink bun—such a style would be completely impossible to replicate on a real horse.  He hadn’t really noticed Lyra’s mane being especially different from a terrestrial horse—besides the cyan and white coloration, of course.  Based on what he could see, the ridge of hair down the neck was wider than a real horse, and didn’t extend quite as far towards the shoulders.  He wondered how she’d styled it.  Lyra’s seemed to be washed and brushed, which could have been done by another pony.  How they would tie a bun without hands, though . . . maybe the tractor beams that Lyra could utilize were far more precise than he’d imagined.  