The eyes of the unicorn fell upon a simple living room with a set of chairs and of course, a long sofa that was big enough to hold three ponies. The lit up candles that stood on top of the sideboard revealed the frames to keep pictures in, yet the images never entered the eyes of Rarity. Above the sideboard hung a mirror and the unicorn stared right into it. Right into her own eyes and there was a feeling that rose up inside of her. A feeling that spoke that she shouldn't in the realm of existence. But the thought was quickly shaken off of her as she still had the question of her prey to answer. The blue rimmed eyes of the mare turned over to the earth pony for that.