Atchmon watched as the white unicorn caught her breath. She stood up straighter atop the miniature mountain. The bright clear morning sky shined upon her, highlighting her presence, while her body and barrel shifted subtly with every breath. Rarity's poise was angled slightly from him, as ladylike as it should be, with her head held slightly up. A gentle breeze blew her straight mane and tail elegantly in the wind, completing the pose. 