A thick, eye-catching strip of durable-looking faux leather, at least double the thickness of his previous cloak's trim, ran across the top of the folded cloak. At first glance, Neil thought it was a similar shade to his hair. But on closer inspection, holding a lock of hair against the material, Rarity had dyed it the exact shade of grey to match. He hadn't expected her to go to such lengths, but that wasn't even the most striking aspect of his new cloak. He could see a finely cut amethyst set firmly into the trim every six inches just from the foot and a half of the material visible. 