Back in the boutique had Fleur found herself sitting in the chair behind the desk within the working area. Yet her eyes weren't aimed at a new design of any kind. Instead she had her eyes found their rest upon a book which held most - if not all - of the previous designs that Rarity had ever made over her career as a designer. Her eyes stared at the date of the first drawing she saw and simply went to the last one, doing the same thing. And those very same eyes shot open wide when they caught a very simple looking drawing. One that had to be drawn by the hooves of a foal. It looked nowhere near as good as the ones she saw during her flipping.