Sadiradra had spent the whole day watching the pale mare known as Perchuhi work on the bathing area. So intent did the other mare look that she wasn't sure if it would be right to ask to help. It seemed like one of those things that one had to do alone. Much like her own job. But unlike Perchuhi's, Sadi would always carry the burden alone until it was ready for a younger mare to take the responsibility. Though no one but her would understand the true importance of it. It always made her feel cut off from the world when she thought about it. As well as more spiritual. As if the ghost of her dead step-sister joined her in these moments, sharing her emotions. If only Sadi could indeed know how Andromeda felt in her very real situation. All Sadi would do is pretend every year. The thought of the ceremony made her a little nervous. Despite that it wouldn't be real.
The redheaded mare sighed, turning from the hard work of the other to walk towards the ocean. There was something magical about watching the waves roll as one thought deeply about life. Not like there was anything else for her to do. Her only job seemed to be to stay pure and plan for the next sacrifice. That was still a long way off, yet. Though she guessed there was no better time than the present. Still, she was only sure about what part of the ceremony would entail. She knew she would have to reenact the death of the one who gave her the important title. Which meant someone would have to play the monster. Many flowers would need to be prepared. Much cloth found. She heard of a settlement in the desert, deep in the desert, that was famous for beautiful cloth. It might do to request a merchant be sent there to trade for some. In time, Nostos would also be known for beauty, Sadi was sure. It was just too small at the moment to be considered anything but the small herd by the ocean.
The shackles around her hooves clattered softly as she shifted her feet against the cold breeze from off the sea.
Kallysto
The lyra had wandered far from his home. Perhaps it was some sort of inborn migratory pattern that had him so far out from his home. Usually, he was close at hand to his vain brother, tricking him into wonderful antics. Now, however, here he was. In truth he wasn't sure where he was, exactly...But he has passed over a few stars as he went. There were two rather large starborn, a male and a female, decadently dressed. He had considered asking them where he was but they seemed rather...busy so he flew on.