Atchmon was the first to step into the creek and was nearly carried away by the current. He quickly angled himself against the force of the flow; then turned back to help Rarity slide down the gentle slope to join him. Rarity hesitated a moment before joining him. Immediately she could feel the force of the cold water try to whisk her away; it came up to her belly and soaked into her saddlebags, making them feel heavier. 