It was a simple dress. White. It is white. The hemline is ankle-length. And the neckline is modest but deep. And there is a veil. "Pretty.But it needs spiders."
A blast of telekinesis pushed Gwyn back into her grip. "Disgusting? Candied fruit pieces encrusted in steel. How does she fight? Should I get her a matching cookie sword? A chocolate chip blade that cuts the bloody veins of the vile beast and purifies it with the UNSPEAKABLE pain." Grill cackles like a madpony.
"Ooooh! Interesting." She strokes the blue pony's mane again. "I am a magnet too. My eyes attract soon to be dead ponies. Bang." The sniper cracks up at her grim joke.