The pony had been about the same size as Celestia, though they were bald now. The pigment in their cutie mark was gone too, though it looked like it had been vaguely tree-shaped. It looked as though this pony had been standing at something like a control panel, with numerous raised sections that might be buttons, as well as glowing areas that could be screens. Her clothing resembled those the others were wearing—thick, woolly, but less like it had been made in a factory. This pony had a tailor.