Rachel/Rarity and OTA
Rachel--or Rarity as she was starting to think of herself from the Dreams--had finished her iced tea. It was an absolutely gorgeous day outside, and she was sitting under one of the cafe's umbrellas with a sketchpad in her lap. There was a parade of people wandering by; in and out of the cafe, through the parking lot, to neighboring businesses. Rarity loved to watch them. Rachel loved to watch them. She would take inspiration from the fashions that she saw on the people around her, and sketch things from time to time in the book.
A woman wandering past caught her eye, and she opened her book so she could doodle some aspects. A hemline, a pleat, a scarf blowing in the wind. Soon she'd doodled a full outfit. Something she was actually quite fond of. "Huh," she said gently, lowering her pencil to simply look at the design.