"You've been so good to me, saddlebags. I'll be sure to give you a proper send off like the fallen warriors of the Mighty Helm. I hope the Valkyries find you worthy and carry you to Neighallah. Perhaps Atchmon would be willing to shoot the flaming arrow on your funeral pyre, as you sail away on your boat to the Everafter." Rarity spoke wistfully to her precious saddlebags.  