After seeing Atchmon's tiny, frail digits on the ends of his legs, Rarity could understand the need for such hardy hoofwear. His only article of clothing was a faded blue material, torn in some places, yet managed to remain mostly intact after all this time. It was shoddily maintained by a combination of twine, leather patches, and strips. No doubt from his past hunts. Rarity wanted a chance to examine the hardy fabric.