Before she landed, however, she made a visit to the seaside where the waters- bathed in crimson light by the setting sun- lapped against the shore. She moved along the shoreline and into the briney waters and pawed through the sands and small beach rocks with one of her creme hooves. She allowed the dust to settle and would move on until the water cleared to reveal exactly what she was looking for. She pawed the small, dark object until she had brought it through the shallows and onto the shore where she was able to pick it up and carry it toward the large boulders that created tide pools. There, she set it down and with a precise tap of one sharp hoof she cleft the object in two, revealing what she had been searching for. The tiny, precious object was picked up with the gentlest of lips and carried with her as she once again took to the sky and headed toward the shrines.
Through her heart she was called toward the shrine for the Goddess of the Moon. Humbly she approached, her ears turned back in respect and her head lowered and she delicately placed the object she'd carried between her lips at the edge of the shrine; it was a small but perfect pearl, the same shade as the pale mare whose coat matched the hue of the moon almost perfectly in the night. The pearl was a gift; with a low, calm whicker she called out. "I call for my Lady, the Goddess of the Moon," She spoke reverently. "And ask humbly for her audience." Her tone was even and still; if she was not to be seen, the pallid Pegasus would respect the wishes of the Gods and return another time.