Rarity cantered down and around the hill, her hoof feeling sore whenever she put weight on it, eventually the angle of the hill changed to a gentler sloping one. It was a little steep, but she could manage even in her current condition. Now Rarity was no layabout, however, she wasn't an athlete like Rainbow Dash, nor a hard laborer like Applejack, and neither a perpetual ball of energy like Pinkie Pie. Upon reaching the top of the hill; she was a sweating, panting, mess thanks to the 'short' climb up, if she could even call it that. Rarity silently swore to herself that she was going to cut back on the ice cream and emotional eating.