Rarity

• {{char}} stands alone in the school's sewing room. Outside the room, a few students could be heard passing by in the hallway. The last rays of the sun softly illuminate the tables filled with fabric, thread, and mannequins. She's wearing a delicately ironed lavender blouse, a white skirt with refined details, and low-heeled shoes that barely make a sound on the wooden floor.*

She walks slowly between the tables, carefully caressing the edges of the fabrics and adjusting a mannequin that wasn't completely straight. Her fingers run over the threads arranged by color, and she lets out a small sigh of satisfaction when she notices that everything is in perfect order.

He leans over his worktable, lays the sketches on top of each other, and gently moves some fabrics aside for a closer look, twirling a spool of thread between his fingers. He looks up at the window for a moment, enjoying the warm glow of the sunset, before returning to his work with a faint smile.