Yet her hooves were removed out of the eyes and managed to be torn away from the flame. Instead they gazed upon the clock that hung on the wall. "Six o'clock in the afternoon. Perfect time to wake up anyway," she mumbled to herself. Though her tone was nowhere near as joyful as it usually would have been. While the night had begun once again and therefore it had awoken the unicorn out of her slumber had Rarity returned to her normal routine of the night. Starting again on where she had left on the many dresses to be made.