Creativity was a wonderful thing most of the time. It's one of those things that, when used right, can lead people to make fantastic creations, or be inspired to make things better than they were before. For Rarity, creativity had never been much of an issue. Whenever she saw an outfit, she almost always imagined a way in which it could be improved, or made to be more beautiful. While others looked at some mundane everyday item, she saw something that could be used as the basis for something magnificent. That was the real sense one got of this girl when they walked into her private workshop on the Canterlot High grounds. Here, there was row upon row of experimental outfits or designs that had yet to be made, and even now, she was still working, pouring over some new idea in an effort to make it a reality. It was a mood where nothing could bring her down.

"Ugh! This is ridiculous!"

Well, almost nothing. The rather dismissive voice had not come from Rarity, but from a nearby changing room, which was currently locked tight. Given the gruffness and huskiness to it, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind that this was the voice of Aria Blaze, the middle Siren sister. Looking up from her desk, Rarity turned to the changing room and simply put on a smile.

"Oh come now, Aria dear. I'm, sure you'll look lovely!"

A silence followed before the girl on the other side finally spoke up again.

"This...this is...argh! Why did I even agree to this?!"

Putting a hand on her hip, a slight smirk appeared on Rarity's face.

"Well, I do believe your sister, Adagio, convinced you to come, since she was going to be busy with Sunset this week."

"Well...this is still a stupid idea! I'm not coming out looking like this!"

Rarity rolled her eyes at that.

"Aria, I spent a lot of time on that dress and I would like to see someone wear it. Now please, I promise I won't laugh or anything of the like, alright?"

A silence fell yet again, and Rarity kept her eyes on the unmoving door, becoming somewhat irritated as the moments passed. However, eventually, the door finally began to slowly creep open, and when it did, Rarity saw the girl on the other side. Stepping out, Aria was indeed wearing an outfit of Rarity's creation. However, unlike many of the costumes and other items she made, this one was somewhat more theatrical. It was the spitting image of the kind of dress that would appear on the cover of fairy tale books featuring princesses. A light blue in colour, it had a distinct puffiness to it, complete with a very wide hip area of the skirt section. As Aria stood there, her expression was one of barely-contained rage, whereas Rarity simply looked at it with stars in her eyes.

"Oh, my dear, you look positively adorable!"

But, after looking down at the dress, Aria looked up at its creator and narrowed her eyes.

"In ancient days I wielded dark magic the likes of which you could not comprehend. I would have laid siege to the castles of those who ever gave me strife. And a gesture, an insult like this, would have compelled me to wipe out villages and burn crops simply to get back some measure of satisfaction for the humiliation dealt to me by the pitiful mortals who had dared to mock me."

Rarity looked at her with a blank expression, looking from her to the dress and then back again, before finally speaking in an uncertain tone.

"So...you don't like it?"

Letting out a long sigh, Aria rolled her eyes somewhat.

"No...I don't like it."

Rarity slumped her shoulders a little bit, letting out a slight huff before moving over to her desk.

"Oh well, back to the drawing board I suppose."

Frowning slightly, Aria looked at the outfit with a great deal of distaste on her face.

"How...how did you even think to make something like...like...this?"

Rarity turned to her and, for a brief moment, a look of nostalgia crossed her.

"Well...a few days ago, Adagio was telling me about the slumber party she and Pinkie had..."

Briefly, she started to look confused.

"Though, for some reason, she wouldn't go into too many details about it, which was odd for her."

Shaking her head, she looked back to Aria.

"Anyway. It got me thinking of the slumber parties I used to have when I was younger, and I remembered one in particular that Applejack was a part of. We got into a little fight of sorts and we ended up daring each other a lot of silly things. Mine was to have her wear something very similar to that dress."

Again, confusion became her expression.

"Not entirely sure where she found it, however. She just popped out one minute and the next, there it was."

Aria looked to her with some incredulity.

"Seriously? Applejack wore something like this?"

Rarity nodded.

"Indeed. Though, if memory serves, she was no happier to wear it than you are."

Aria nodded in response, silently agreeing to the absent farm girl's sentiment in this matter. In the end, she looked back down at the dress she was wearing.

"So you thought you'd just make a new version of something that you already knew your friend didn't like?"

Rarity considered that for a moment.

"Well...I always say that there are no bad dresses, only the wrong people to give them to."

Aria turned to her with a raised eyebrow.

"...You've never said that in your life, have you?"

At that, Rarity turned away with some measure of guilt in her expression.

"Well...no, actually. But still, it's a good thing to say regardless."

Shaking her head, Aria turned around and made her way back into the dressing room, closing the door behind her. Now alone, Rarity looked back to some of the designs on her desk, adding new features and crossing out old ones, all with a look of absolute focus on her face. After a few minutes had passed, she turned as Aria re-emerged, and was once more wearing her usual attire, complete with a slightly torn green vest. Giving herself a stretch, the middle Siren sister began to look very happy with herself.

"Ah! Now this is more like it! More...me."

Rarity stopped for a moment and considered the outfit.

"Yes...your sister told me that you three got them from some store on the edge of town?"

Aria nodded.

"Yep. Most of the stuff they had in there was junk. But we were able to fine at least some decent outfits. Well...aside from Sonata."

Rarity looked away from her with a smile on her face.

"Ah yes. Sonata made hers, didn't she? Fine work too. You should be happy she could do something like that."

Aria paused for a moment, putting her hands into her pockets and avoiding Rarity's gaze.

"Yeah...I guess. She was always happier doing that kinda stuff than me or Adagio were."

Looking back to her, Rarity gained a look that suggested that she had just thought of something.

"Oh, I almost forgot! How much did they charge you for those clothes?"

Aria looked to her and shrugged her shoulders.

"Dunno...we didn't pay."

To that, Rarity leapt out of her chair and looked at Aria with shock.

"You...you stole them?!"

But the Siren merely put her hands on her hips and scoffed.

"No! We just...you know...used our magic to...convince them to let us have it."

Immediately, a deep frown appeared on Rarity's face, as she marched forward, grabbed a hold of Aria's arm and began dragging her to the door, much to the girl's confusion.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Rarity stopped and turned to her, still frowning.

"I can abide attempted take-over plans and using mind-controlling dark magic...but to simply take someone else's clothing creations without even a thank you is something I cannot abide! So what we are going to do, Miss Blaze, is go back to that store so you can apologize for what you and your sisters did!"

At that, Aria's eyes snapped open.

"What?! But...it was ages ago now! They probably don't even remember us!"

Rarity nodded.

"Maybe not, but it's still the right thing to do! You and your sisters may be reformed...somewhat...but you still need to make amends to the people you've wronged or inconvenienced over the years."

To that, Aria frowned.

"In case you haven't noticed...that's a lot of people, Rares."

Slowly, the fashionista put on a small smile.

"Perhaps...but think of it this way. That just means a longer list of good things you three can do!"

Aria, naturally, let her shoulders slump as she let out a sigh of defeat.

"Ugh! Fine! I'll go! But I swear, you girls are going to be the death of me one day!"

Turning, Rarity put on a happier expression as she opened the door of her workshop, taking both herself and Aria outside.

"There, you see! That's the spirit!"