The unicorn shook her head again in an attempt to get her priorities straight and continued on to fly for a couple more minutes. Though then there was the terrible pain which jolted into the joints of her wings. The action alone was enough to make wince in midair. "B-Bloody hell," she muttered to herself. With a careful look of her eyes she made her descend towards the ground. She never flapped her wings again and used them for something they were truly good for. Which was the very act of gliding. Rarity's only hopes were that the pain didn't became worse and that there was nopony on the ground that could see her coming.