And there she stood before her mirror, all covered up in that black cloak. With her whole body and head covered up and consumed by the darkness she was wearing. Not even her horn was granted to see the light of day anymore. Rarity took a couple steps away from the mirror and the fabrics appeared to be hovering within it. The little play in the mirror caused a smile to form itself on her face before she placed everything of her equipment aside. It was only then that she had a good look at herself and the images in the mirror. "Is this how I need to live on? Hide under a, cliché looking, piece of fabric..?" she said to herself while posing. But as she spoke her words, she lifted up her burned and overall boney foreleg up and gazed upon it. "M-Maybe I do need..."