You had just bought some pretty gemstones and were walking down the street with them. You could see in the corner of your eye, that a gray mare with a squarish purple mane and tail was following behind you. You didn't pay it any mind, until she stepped infront of you and stopped you.

"Pardon me, Sir. You've got some really nice chrysolite on you. It must've been quite expensive."

The mare said in a monotone voice, in a deadpan expression.