"Hehehe... wow, this is a weird way to see the world." She grinned, thankful to not have that sickening rush of blood to her head; being dead had its perks, however few. Though no adolescent mare revealed herself, despite her search. Scootaloo's brow fell as she pulled it from the roof of the barn, looking around at the orchard; was it really becoming Fall that quickly? "Heh... not quite as good as Whitetail Woods during the Running, but it's... very, very nice." She smiled at the sight of the oranges, yellows, and the tiny hints of green in the multitude of trees. The colors all ran together in a stream of evenly transitioning colors, from a deep orange on the West to a vibrant green on the East; a rainbow drawn to Fall's design.