“Two legs, two arms. Skin all over, hair mostly on the head and not much anywhere else. Not as many colors, basically just take a peach and range that until black, with a few minor variations in the middle. No cutie marks, except the ones we make ourselves with tattoos. No wings, no horns, no hooves. Feet instead.” She went on like that for a little while, watching the vague silhouettes on Pear Butter’s screens gradually resolve and gain detail. They weren’t changing them so much as eliminating the ones that didn’t fit, and eventually displays filled with them were whittled down to just one.