The armour, he noticed, was smooth. Steel was overlaid with mother-of-pearl and inlaid with gold decor. The plate was extensive to the point where he wasn't sure if he was wearing mail under it or not. Perhaps it was coloured white as well? His flanks had several long steel blades attached, making it look like the pony was hauling two sheets of metal on either side of him. Looking down, his forehooves had distinct, curved blades, shining a bright silvery-grey of steel against the white of the armour. He wore an open-face helm in the Equestrian fashion of their royal guards rather than the full-face bassinets of their gold cloaks, complete with the crest of a golden plume and segmented plates running down his neck. It was not entirely unlike what he saw of what the sphinx had worn. Briefly, Handy wondered how he wore it properly without a bridle of some sort. The pony's blue eyes were wide, and his pupils were pinpricks as the human's gaze met its own. Handy could see it was white-furred with a strong jawline and... Wait a minute...