Rarity shuffled through her saddlebags, and pulled out her mirror. Her mane looked a little ragged, but nothing so bad a good brushing wouldn't fix.  Her makeup was gone, revealing every flaw on her plain white face that it used to hide. Without her baby-blue eyeliner, she looked tired despite all the sleep she caught up on last night. Atchmon was one of the lucky few to see her 'Au Natural'. Rarity put down the mirror, and brushed herself without it. Not that she ever needed it, her movements automatic from the countless times she'd brushed herself before.