Rarity's head buzzed with thoughts, plans, and ideas on what she should do if she never found Atchmon. The best decision--she felt--was to stick to her old plan. To follow the river upstream to Canterlot Mountain. Only now with the hope Atchmon would catch up to her. "When that time comes... I'll have no choice, but to trust him to take care of himself." she whispered, not wanting to trust her own words. 