Like a fox she sneaked and walked passed ponies on the main road with the minimal amount of sounds created. The sun made its way over the skies at a slow rate. Rarity would have encountered the great open plains that stretched themselves out before Ponyville in the late afternoon. The mare knew that she couldn't pass over it due to the burning sun and decided to walk even deeper into the shadows. She continued on with her path through the trees and made sure that no part of the sun's deadly beams would hit her coat anywhere.