The sun was almost completely below the horizon. The dimming light gave the forest an increasingly ominous atmosphere. All manner of insects came out of their burrows and started to swarm in their respective pods. Lucky for Rarity her 'protective layer' also helped immensely with that as well, though it was far from perfect as she proved when she'd occasionally slap her cheek with a hoof or whipped at her flanks with her tail. Her body was sore all over and the debris which clung to her, though grateful as she was for it's protection, gave her a constant feeling of discomfort. 