Rarity still had her horn charged a bit and within a magical sphere were the pieces of the broken cup to be found, most of them at least. She left the chair and walked over to the kitchen with a mumbling sound that left her mouth. Words that were just inaudible as they were spoken just so deep under her breath. With the light blue aura that became stronger in its shine around the extended part of her head did Rarity fill the sink up with water. The lights of the candles had created more than enough for her to see clear. The time had come to remove the very final pieces of porcelain out of her face. All of those little bits she couldn't remove that easily with her magic.