Her horn allowed itself collect some magic in it and soon enough undid the mare herself from the lab coat she had been wearing. It got thrown aside and into the bushes before her wings uncurled themselves under a new look in her eyes. The horn lost its aura after the coat had disappeared in the darkness. Her pacing raised itself from a small trot into a galloping pace while her wings were spread out as much as they would go. Rarity was planning on something she had only done a couple of times so far and could only pray it would work.