Rarity fixed at her hair and blouse in the reflection of the store before hurrying off. Her legs moved swiftly through the snowy ground, purse over her shoulder containing her phone, gum, snack, supplies, paint chips and inspirational photos from magazines. Certainly no money.
At the door to Izzy's she gave a knock and put on a bright smile. She was feeling better these days, some up and down but mostly more positive now that the shock had faded. Of course she would not be over the loss of Art for quite a long time, if ever! However, the idea of children was growing on her quickly.