"That's it!" she shouted all of the sudden with the cracked voice. "The butterfly wings!" In her mind she had connected the dots already and couldn't be happier about it. Sweetie accused the wings they saw that day to fall upon the fact they were created by magic. Much like the wings that Rarity had gained for the trip to Cloudsdale itself. She always loved to brag about it against everypony how she had wings, as a unicorn no less and to some it was a wonderful story. To others, they were sick of it.