Rarity eyed the water. It's presence reminding her of how dry her mouth and throat felt. It'd been hours since she last had anything to drink, and lowered her head to the flowing stream with trepidation, only to immediately raise it back from within an inch of touching the water. Rarity did this several times, before stomping her hooves in frustration. Annoyed at her standards of cleanliness, which mentally blocked her from the refreshing liquid. The thought of all the dirt and nasty things which must be in floating in there, kept her from what was sure to be an invigorating refreshment.