Minutes crawled by while she did her mane, face, tail and even coat to look as perfect as she always did. In the far end of it all she looked upon herself in the mirror and smiled towards the image that was given to her. Her lips formed themselves in such a manner that they were ready for a kiss. Fleur then blew one over to the image of hers and discharged her horn. The loss of power caused sparks to fly around like lightning. Which then created a giggle from the mare.