She had entered the eastern region of town and there she began to look for ponies. Ponies who would be able to help her with her problem, so to speak. Her eyes past both stallions and mares alike but never turned or even dared to fell on young fillies and colts. It didn't matter how far she was gone, some part deep inside of her brain and none beating heart almost forbid it to prey on young ponies. For it was the young generation that was filled with potential and had chances time and time again, at least that was how Rarity looked upon them. In reality, it just appeared everypony got even more stupid.