The contrast between her and the bright pink mare next to her couldn’t have been more stark. In terms of build, they were incredibly similar, but the pink one had this amorous aura to her, bordering on the faintly erotic. Though her mane was normal compared to the ethereal ones of the other two mares, it was still very long, very well maintained, curled near the ends, and came in large, longitudinal stripes of three bright colours: violet, pink, and gold. Some kind of crystalline heart marked her flanks, oddly enough. Though her regalia—peytral, crown, and horseshoes alike—were all gold, the peytral especially was much thinner than the other ones, putting more of her coat on display. In terms of sheer femininity and attractiveness, she easily outclassed the blue mare, and quite possibly all other pony mares. Her eyes were on the pinker end of purple, and held a certain nervousness I see most often in the eyes of the younger and more naïve. She walked close to, and took noticeable solace in, the blue-maned white stallion by her side, clearly her mate. Though he only had a horn, it was quite long, and he was as large as an imperial zebra. He had a confidence and protectiveness suggestive of military training, borne out by his more decorated suit of gold and purple armour and his rather muscular build.