Post by rarity on Nov 24, 2012 22:29:33 GMT -6
Rarity awoke slowly, taking deep, lavish breaths before using a stream of magic to lift the slumber mask from her face. She stretched her hind legs beneath her sheets and gave a small yawn. Adjusting her robe, she wriggled out of bed, and stretched down again. She blinked lazily and rubbed her eyes, then stepped to her vanity. All of this was perfectly rehearsed, a routine morning for her. One that was most comfortable, and luxurious at that.
Well, until she saw herself, that was. Beauty rest was never quite that, at least not this early. However it was her actual wake-up call, if you will.
From there, the morning really began. She was quite a mess, in the clearest of terms. Her mane all disheveled, coat appearing cow licked, and make-up smeared under lidded eyes. “ Oh dear…” she chided herself, “You’ve much to do.”
Rarity mushed her cheeks together wit her fore hooves, inspecting every inch of her generally flawless face. She drew in a breath and shook her head--this had to be fixed.
She got to work primping here, combing there; it was a years worth of work condensed into an hour and a half of time. And when she was finished, immaculate was truly the only word the could describe her.
Much similarly to her everyday, she wore no special ensemble for a day of managing the boutique. But simply, her retro red cat eye glasses, that she still had some qualms about appearing in. With one last smile in the mirror, she flipped her mane to the side and slinked her way down the stairs and into the main space of her store.
Whilst downstairs, she arranged a few ponnequins, drew up the blinds, and at long last, flipped the sign outside her door to the 'Open' position.
A long day was beginning, that she knew. She just wasn't so sure why it was making her apprehensive. Only time would tell, and she planned to make the best of it! Maybe she would only have a few customers, or perhaps too many to help, or even run out of time to work on her commissioned pieces-- pish posh! None of that was too much for Rarity to handle. Nothing the day threw at her would be!
Or so she thought.
Well, until she saw herself, that was. Beauty rest was never quite that, at least not this early. However it was her actual wake-up call, if you will.
From there, the morning really began. She was quite a mess, in the clearest of terms. Her mane all disheveled, coat appearing cow licked, and make-up smeared under lidded eyes. “ Oh dear…” she chided herself, “You’ve much to do.”
Rarity mushed her cheeks together wit her fore hooves, inspecting every inch of her generally flawless face. She drew in a breath and shook her head--this had to be fixed.
She got to work primping here, combing there; it was a years worth of work condensed into an hour and a half of time. And when she was finished, immaculate was truly the only word the could describe her.
Much similarly to her everyday, she wore no special ensemble for a day of managing the boutique. But simply, her retro red cat eye glasses, that she still had some qualms about appearing in. With one last smile in the mirror, she flipped her mane to the side and slinked her way down the stairs and into the main space of her store.
Whilst downstairs, she arranged a few ponnequins, drew up the blinds, and at long last, flipped the sign outside her door to the 'Open' position.
A long day was beginning, that she knew. She just wasn't so sure why it was making her apprehensive. Only time would tell, and she planned to make the best of it! Maybe she would only have a few customers, or perhaps too many to help, or even run out of time to work on her commissioned pieces-- pish posh! None of that was too much for Rarity to handle. Nothing the day threw at her would be!
Or so she thought.