Once she saw the reflection of her face in the mirror it became apparent of just how horrible it was. The whole thing looked like nothing with the sleeping sand that could be found all over her eyelashes and whimpers. Her mane was just a complete and utter mess as it went into every possible direction. Hideous, as Rarity had claimed it to be a couple times in good sport before starting to make up her little sister. Much to the filly's own annoyance. But from time to time she had to admit that she liked it. For it were those kind of moments that brought them closer together as sisters. At least that was how Sweetie saw it in their eyes.