“It shall be done.” Raven bowed and went to carry out her duties. Celestia walked to her balcony. It was time to lower the sun. She had traditionally always done it from the same balcony where she raised it in the morning, even though she couldn’t see it slip below the horizon. In her early years, she’d needed to watch her moonrises carefully, to make sure she was doing them as Luna had intended. Although she no longer bore that responsibility—and she could easily control the sun from anywhere in Equestria—tradition demanded she be on her balcony.