But why? That question lingered unanswered and itched like a scratch you just couldn't reach.
Larkspur fell, the mirror metaphorically cracking beneath her hooves until she suddenly just was there. The glass, hard surface of the mirror turned to liquid, letting her slide out so smoothly and calmly that it was as if it had not happened at all. She had been rebirthed by a mirror of Time, given back after what seemed like an eternity in nothingness.