Rarity moved her body in the same direction she had moved her head towards. Step by step she would continue on her way down the road and would go passed the houses of many ponies which she knew and loved. Her eyes fell gently on each of them but her attention was caught by the wind that blew in her face. The soft but chill wind moved her curly mane even more backward than it already was before it fell back before her eyes after the mysterious blow. "Maybe, it is a sign?" she quietly spoke to herself before she continued on her journey. "A change in the wind, usually means a change in one's life... Though whom's is always the question that needs to be answered."