"I'll never forget the days when Granny would discipline me. She'd make me go pick out a switch from the orchard right before painting my cutie marks a new shade o' red." Applejack looked behind at her cutie mark--three ripe red apples--upon her flank, and winced at the memories of those days. "But what may work for some ponies might not work for others. I hope you find a way to get through to her Rare," Applejack finished, giving Rarity a reassuring smile as the two mares stopped short of the castle stairs. 