They ceremoniously wrapped her in gold silks, before they sent her out to feed.
The best navigators could understand the songs of the celestial physeteridae, and unravel the many threads of their chorus. It required a very specific talent to turn arias to maps, and notes to destinations.
In the old days, scrying required blood. Or everyone thought it did. Now, she uses a nice stir fry sauce; when the ritual’s done, she’ll add some vegetables and have it for dinner.
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