A Chat with Ra
@cloudhoppinggriffon
Well, two days was up. Everything was ready... except, perhaps, Celestia herself. In one of the more secluded sitting rooms in Canterlot’s palace, everything had been cleared away for Gordon’s rites. An altar had been brought in from one of the chapels in the city, as best as anyone she had could tell it was unaligned. Incense burners had been brought in from Celestia’s own secret rooms, hidden deep below the castle. The room had been specially enchanted as well to make it soundproof, a requirement to speak of the things she hoped to hear new information on.
Everything was perfect. So why couldn’t she stop pacing? She could learn nothing from this encounter and it would be fine, but it was less the knowledge or lack of that bothered her, and more the mouth it would be coming from.
Long had she wondered just what the gods of old had thought of her, particularly ones that were supposedly governing the sun; but today she was to speak to one of them directly. Would he be angry at her perceived taking of his place, or dismissive of what everyone called the sun these days? It could go many, many ways, and Celestia simply had no way of telling which it would go.
Taking deep breaths, and trying to settle down with a cup of tea, she waited. She was just a little nervous, that was all. It would pass. Hopefully.










