A corner of the beach, Sunday afternoon

... brought, sacred horses and the unicorn, to the cliff-top, to be sacrificed to the horse-headed god... Jan jerked to alertness, eyes wide, and tossed his mane. Disturbed, his skin twitched and he stamped a hoof on the sand. "Enough," he snorted, and plunged forward into the ocean, finding respite from the heat at last. [ooc: This establishy IAWL moment is brought to you entirely by canon.]