Owner: Fluttershy107
Name: Glimmer
Color: Seal Brown
Pattern: White Back Spots
Mane & Tail Stripes: White
Eyes: Teal
Hooves: Lime Green
Gender: Mare
Personality: While not shy very quiet, and while not smart very intuitive. Glim is soft and sweet and EXTREMELY musically talented.
History: Glim is magic. That was the first thing anybody ever said about her, and the last as well. She was born in a cave filled with emeralds to a mother who didn't love her, and was left there to fend for herself, the beginning of a tale you just KNOW is going to be tragic. The abandonment lasted a few days before she was found (much to her own delight) by somepony with blue eyes and a kind smile; the new horse took Glim under her wing and taught her as her own. The mare was named Isa and she was as mute as she was deaf. Of course that just made Glimmer love her all the more.
Isa worked as a housekeeper, and taught Glim to keep rooms clean and foals happy. Glimmer appreciated everything Isa did for her, but she couldn't help feel that there should be something more to life than dusting and sweeping. Still, she was generally content until an inventor came to town--he claimed he had a miracle cure that could let Isa hear again. Of course, the quietly courageous mare tried it without even a whimper.
It worked. But it stopped Isa's heart within minutes as well. Glimmer stood over her surrogate mother and watched as the blue eyes closed and the kind smile faltered; Isa managed to say one thing before being silenced once again. "Glim. You are magic, and you're meant for so much more than me in this life. I love you. Use my love and whatever else you can find and make a world for yourself. You're magic. I know you are."
Glim smiled softly, and put her muzzle to Isa's face. "I love you too," she murmured. Isa winked one last time before her eyes closed in full. Glimmer lowered her head and walked away, feeling the heroine in a tragic love story.
Glim herself died later that afternoon, having been alive only 5 years and having heard a real voice only once in her life. It was quick and painless--a heart complication, some said, although it was commonly thought to be grief. She rose to the stars in a daze of pure green light, and rested there as a glowing emerald. And there she sung. And there she sings. Glim has the ability to grasp a melody and tuck it away and pull it out a little brighter, and the whole world is alive with song when Glimmer is happy. Now? That's almost all the time. She has found where she belongs, part of the sky, with true friends like her. There are special TREs in the heavens, ones just like Glim; there's her closest friend Sapphire, who paints murals across the stars and looks exactly like G but with black hair and blue hooves and eyes. Then there's Mirabel, who is absolutely the sweetest horse Glim has ever met and acts as mother to the whole universe. There's a whole world that was missing from Glimmer's short life, and now in her death she's found it.
Somepony once told Glim that she was magic. In fact, it was the first thing she ever heard. Wherever that pony is right now, she has been proved inexorably right; magic is Glimmer's middle name.