Rarity looked at herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were glowing. But, that was fine. She could hide it, when she needed to. She swallowed, and managed to force it down.
She wandered out of the bathroom and into the Boutique. It was so dark. The blinds were still closed. Navigating by the light of her horn, she found her way upstairs, to her desk.
She looked at her clock, and in a flash, it was done. She no longer had to spend months learning about frame manufacturing, springs, or chronomancy. She simply pictured her silent clock, and it was. It was perfect.
She looked at her schedule, which had started to seem both disobedient and cheeky compared to its new timepiece companion. There was a green flash, and its flaws were corrected. Now, it indicated that she was precisely on schedule, because she would be finishing one-hundred and twenty two dresses just this afternoon. It also suggested that, if she didn’t take too long with her afternoon tea, she might be able to finish digging the Boutique’s basement, redesign the water heater, make some new teacups, clean the front room, and do something about those ghastly windows.
Rarity thought it was an excellent suggestion. She also redesigned the teapot while she was at it.
She nearly made the new teapot entirely out of gold and gems, like the first time she used the spell, but she managed to restrain the impulse. The effort made her chest shake, but she remained in control.
The tea was good. And when she was done with her chores, she decided to go visit Applejack. She’d realized she’d been awfully rude to her friends these past few months. It would likely take her some care and effort to undo the damage she’d done.
But, they were worth it. And she had the time.