Yet despite his daily growing disliking towards Rarity could the baby dragon still bring up the respect for the friendship between his 'mother' and her. At one end she was right after all, Spike and her were two completely different races and never in history such relations held together for a long time. Even through his depression, the little dragon was still dreaming about her from time to time. Remembering the unicorn of grace as he knew her. Her wonderful mane, the amazing ivory coat, all of that were just unforgettable for him. And whether he liked it or not, deep in the hole that was his heart, there was still a shimmer of hope to be found. A tiny spark which soothed his thoughts.