The most striking one was the massive white mare, taller than even myself or Zabraxas without factoring in her enormous, spear-like horn. Her multicoloured rainbow of a mane blew constantly in an unseen, ethereal breeze, and her large wings were extended out like those of a swan, lending her an almost otherworldly kind of grace and poise. She wore a golden peytral and crown with prominent pink gems in the middle, and had matching golden horseshoes, all while an image of the sun adorned her flanks. Despite her intimidating stature, she projected a kindly, warm, and almost motherly aura about her, though the look in her rose pink eyes betrayed how guarded she truly was about this meeting.