The mare closed the door behind her before she started to trot in a slow pace at first. She appeared to be almost calm and enjoying her little walk in the darkness. But each step that was taken at the distance of a couple dozen meters she became faster and faster. All the way until she found herself just galloping with quiet hooves through the streets of Ponyville. With her body going on what seemed to be pure willpower managed Rarity to make her way over to the edge of the rustic town. The place and border where the plains began to stretch.