Rarity - or rather, a Rarity in full robes of blue, white, and silver - pushes an elaborate white and silver cowled shawl out of her eyes, and that's how she discovers that she has a horn in this form.
"My word!" she says, jumping to her hooves. Which she then examines carefully, frowing. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time I'm not quite myself, but I'd expect CLOVEN hooves if I've the horn and everything else," she says - mostly to herself. "I wonder if -"
She nods her head, closes her eyes and concentrates; her reward is a soft glow around a crystal ball. "Interesting!" she says. "Well, this has been fun, but I rather think I prefer myself with handier appendages."
She casts a spell with a few words of a language that crackles at the back of the throat. Those who are mages will recognize the spell as Dispel Magic. Those from Earth or somewhere like it will recognize the language as Farsi - and those from Equestria, as Saddle Arabian.
It does nothing. She blinks and repeats the spell on herself.
THEN she swears a litany ending in the words "Diskhord! Ibn kalb!"
2: Karima Almez - for that is her name - is practicing spellweaving, and a song is spilling out from her heart through her lips to her work. The tune is Art of the Dress, though the lyrics differ slightly; they're in Farsi, for one, and for another it's part of a series of incantations for glamours of strength, swiftness, protection and beauty.
She may also be testing the limits of her telekinesis, with the constellation of needles and scissors she's manipulating to do this.
And having a sale on silk dresses. She's been at this for awhile.
3: Karima's work is done, and she's discovered two things. One, she managed to acquire a LOT of gold in her adventures against the Witch of Aeternal Night, which the Bank of Canterlot is all too happy to take at GENEROUS rates.
Second: That there's a spa in town that's equal to what was, quite literally, the royal treatment back home. How could she NOT go?
Which is why she's currently face-down in a cushion while Aloe rubs her namesake into her anching joints. A noise escapes her lips that turns from a sigh to a whinny to a giggle.
This may actually be the first time you've seen her willingly naked, come to that.
Karima Bellatrix Almez // Rarity Belle || Tiny Horse Show // Lucia's AU of origin
Rarity - or rather, a Rarity in full robes of blue, white, and silver - pushes an elaborate white and silver cowled shawl out of her eyes, and that's how she discovers that she has a horn in this form.
"My word!" she says, jumping to her hooves. Which she then examines carefully, frowing. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time I'm not quite myself, but I'd expect CLOVEN hooves if I've the horn and everything else," she says - mostly to herself. "I wonder if -"
She nods her head, closes her eyes and concentrates; her reward is a soft glow around a crystal ball. "Interesting!" she says. "Well, this has been fun, but I rather think I prefer myself with handier appendages."
She casts a spell with a few words of a language that crackles at the back of the throat. Those who are mages will recognize the spell as Dispel Magic. Those from Earth or somewhere like it will recognize the language as Farsi - and those from Equestria, as Saddle Arabian.
It does nothing. She blinks and repeats the spell on herself.
THEN she swears a litany ending in the words "Diskhord! Ibn kalb!"
2:
Karima Almez - for that is her name - is practicing spellweaving, and a song is spilling out from her heart through her lips to her work. The tune is Art of the Dress, though the lyrics differ slightly; they're in Farsi, for one, and for another it's part of a series of incantations for glamours of strength, swiftness, protection and beauty.
She may also be testing the limits of her telekinesis, with the constellation of needles and scissors she's manipulating to do this.
And having a sale on silk dresses. She's been at this for awhile.
3:
Karima's work is done, and she's discovered two things. One, she managed to acquire a LOT of gold in her adventures against the Witch of Aeternal Night, which the Bank of Canterlot is all too happy to take at GENEROUS rates.
Second: That there's a spa in town that's equal to what was, quite literally, the royal treatment back home. How could she NOT go?
Which is why she's currently face-down in a cushion while Aloe rubs her namesake into her anching joints. A noise escapes her lips that turns from a sigh to a whinny to a giggle.
This may actually be the first time you've seen her willingly naked, come to that.