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A little empty-headed (Intelligence drain)...
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Rarity picks up her equipment and sits at her table, drawing out her blueprint for the dress and cutting fabric for it. As she cuts the first piece, her telekinetic grip falters, scissors falling to the floor as the mare feels a light, cottony sensation in her head. She whines quietly as she rubs a hoof on her sore horn, taking a fleeting moment to rest it and contemplate the nature of this sudden charlie-horn.
"Oh dear. I do hope that I didn't rush too much this last week and put myself through any undue stress..." she murmurs to herself, picking the scissors up again and returning to her work. While her levitation works fine, she struggles to remember the shape she's supposed to cut the fabric in. I believe this part is shaped like a pent...pentago....uhm...oh damn it all, I can't remember the word. Her face scrunches up as she glances at the blueprints, the text scrambling around as she strains to get its measurements.
A few minutes of cutting and she leaves her workshop in a frustrated huff. "I can come up with better plans, right now I need to..."
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