        Rainbow Dash probably didn’t spend much time thinking about it at all.  She wasn’t very introspective.  Pinkie Pie wore her heart on her hoof; she was as bubbly and cheerful as ever, so no harm done there.  It had probably seemed a game to her.  Rarity—who knew what Rarity thought?  Twilight was fairly certain that Rarity had a different face for every occasion.  As dramatic as she was, there was a core of steel inside that unicorn, an unbending integrity only Rainbow Dash could match.  She would fuss over the small things all day long, but never say a word about anything major.  Despite her aversion to dirt, she had run an entire race with Sweetie Belle while covered from head to hoof in mud, while wearing Applejack’s sweaty hat.