There was of course the occasional pony and the unicorn moved further up to the main street where it was literally crowding with ponies of all kinds. "Bloody hell," she mumbled in herself before her legs began to move her around. Rarity's horn was still charged and the magic closed the door before it died down again. With the door locked she was ready to make the travels to come. Her eyes had themselves peeled at almost at the streets she passed the houses, the skies and even the other ponies. Many ponies she passed were wondering just why a pony would wear such a dark cloak on such a lovely day but as per usual, none found it their place to ask.