    The sun was low over the horizon, bathing the forest in an array of orange-yellow light. The pair walked for a while, long enough that Rarity's leg was aching again, until she heard the familiar sound of rushing water. They came up to a large brook, following it a short way down until they stood atop a wide waterfall that was half as much taller than Atchmon. There was a semicircular pool of water with a few flat-looking boulders sticking out of the middle directly underneath the falls. It looked as though it were once part of the shelf before time and erosion brought it down. Making it a perfect spot to sit and bathe under the falling water.