"He seemed like the slick used sofa salespony type," Rainbow grumbled, looking off towards the town. "Guess I'd better get going towards home, then." Rising to her hooves, she took a tentative step towards the town. Something stalled her movement, a draw from the pair of ponies to her side. Her eyes slipped their vision over to Luna, and by extension, Scootaloo... the filly she'd so horribly wronged. She's grown up into a great mare, hasn't she? Even if she failed... she found a crush, found success in her studies. Even made me proud on occasion. The thoughts moved through her head unabated as she sat down, stare fixed on the swaying purple mane and orange coat, despite the field appearing through her translucent, ethereal form. Stubborn, headstrong, never one to go down without a fight. Just like me... it would be anyway, if I didn't become this.