Out of all the possible places that existed within the entire universe they were allowed to live, she had to end up in the dreaded castle of a pony who claimed to be the oldest vampony alive. It was not something that Rarity loved but she had to deal with it. And whatever it was for which she was called upon, better had to be worth her while in her eyes. Shelter being the number one priority as her boutique was no more. "Guess it is time to visit her once again," she muttered to herself before she would turn herself around. The curtain fell back against the window and the clatter of her hooves against the wood gave an uncomfortable relaxing feeling.