She had a faint blue color above her eyes; when she blinked, he realized that she was wearing eyeshadow. It complemented her purplish mane, which—along with her tail—looked permed, and her coat was so well-groomed it looked glossy, like show horses he’d seen. She was a significant contrast to the other ponies he’d seen so far, who had much more natural mane and tail styles. Therefore, whoever she was, she was important. Her hindquarters bore three light blue crystals, and he wondered if she’d been meant to instruct him on what he was to do with the gem. At least I now know what not to do with it.