Cara stood before the mirror, looking herself over. Her ruff was starched, her corset laced, her lace sleeves...also laced. A delicate looking feathered fan graced one hand, and jewelled rings the other. Her hair and make-up? Flawless.

It was time for the finishing touch. She carefully lowered the bedazzled tiara into place on top of her intricate up-do.

There. No one would believe that a fugitive princess on the run for mysterious and as yet unexplained reasons would ever dress in her full royal regalia. Which is exactly what made it the perfect disguise, and her secret would be safe...

...for now.

[Open. So very, very, open.]

Oddly enough, Cara had not been best pleased to wake up with hooves. Twisting around to look at herself it also seemed like she had a tattoo of crossed agiels on either side of her flanks, but it was hard to tell given they were half-covered by her wings.

...covered by her wings.

Okay, now that was just ridiculous. If she found out who was responsible for this, they were going to get such a kicking.

At least the door-handle wasn't too hard to work with her mouth.

[ooc: Open door, cranky pony.]