“I’m uh, I’m uh, an inquisipony! Yep!” Golden Eye said, chest puffed out as her oversized, crushed velvet cavalier hat fell over her horn and covered her eyes. The little tan filly flailed to push it back up on her purple-maned head, her fancy slashed tunic and coat with totally real and not at all painted on golden embroidery nearly ruined in the mud.