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From far off, she must have looked absolutely ridiculous. She bounced up and down upon the dunes again and again , spending a short while in the red sand then bursting up into the air to circle the area once before coming back down to repeat the process like god’s own fiery yo-yo. If one was to draw a bit closer, it was clear enough what she was doing: iron-hard hooves dug furiously in the red dirt , leaving a shallow divot, only a few inches wide running along the ground in some curving pattern. Up she would jump, black tipped wings drawing her up into the air so she could check her pattern, for really all she was doing now was sketching.

From her vantage point in the air, she could survey the celebration ground and the placement she’d picked for the bonfires. In the center was a circle, five feet in diameter, for the central pit. Around that, about twenty yards, arced a wide thin circle, broken in four places to point in the four cardinal directions (and allow walking access to the central pit). Beyond this, fingers reached outward in waving lines to complete her masterpiece, the sun reborn upon the earth. Well, It would look better when there were fires lit, she thought. For now it was just a rough track of scratches in the dirt. Time to start on the real digging…

She returned to the ground and set to work, following the lines she had traced. In no time at all, she was coverd in sweat and dirt, looking a bit more chestnut than bay. She thought a good deal about the Sun as she labored to make her own. Was it only a few days before that she had felt its light channeled through her? She was sure it had been sunlight, nothing else could have been so pure and bright and healing. They why and how of it still baffled her. It definitely hadn’t been part of the magic Gaucho had given her, it had been larger, and somehow so much more hers. It still frightened her a little, f the God of Sun had blessed her with his own light, why wouldn’t she have known? How could she prove herself worthy of it? With all these thoughts filtering through her mind, Megaera threw herself into to the task. The Sun Celebration would be a time of praise, and she had a lot to be thankful for.

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Tags: @[Sacre]
Notes: Ditch digging for the festival prep!!