She had no idea what she was doing, honestly, alchemy wasn’t her forte. Her eye twitched and she turned to look at her flank. Her cutie mark was an orange flame whose outline was separated from the image and a little off to the side. She remembers being very proud when she had gained it. Pity she couldn’t remember what it was actually for. She scrunched up her muzzle as she turned away, trying to put the thought out of her head. Mistress didn’t need her for her mark anyway, she needed her for the magic she could use.