Upon seeing and feeling her now aged, shaggy and greyed curly mane flopping down with senile effect, Rarity was mort-ified (Get it? mortal + mortified? Eh…heh) as her aging but wising up mind had finally realized, from how old and shaggy her once beautiful and curled mane become, she knew that she took the wrong potion… she wasn’t feeling energy flow in at all now and now changes were finally beginning to subtly show themselves on the fleeting fashionista. She looked down at her front hooves and gasped with her entire face turning pale. Her kneecaps were now starting to stick out like little bumps as she felt her muscles and body beginning to deteriorate, becoming more and more cumbersome.