As Loyal walked closer, he sees a towering Princess Celestia. With a highly raised head, she looked down at him, her mouth in a snarl - the whites of her eyes plainly visible above her dark irises, staring down like jagged knives through his soft flesh.
*click...click...click...*
For a moment, Loyal's eyes tore away from the gaze to see the source of the clicking sounds. Looking down he could see that Celestia was atop a marble podium, with a golden clock affixed to the front. Its face was carved with the sun and moon, clouds, stars, and bright red jewels for the hour places. The minutes were measured by a graduated ring of silver and onyx.
The slight distraction helped him to realize that the figure before him was actually a great white statue. It may or may not have been Celestia, it was perhaps hard to tell for sure, he realized.
"Rigel?" He heard a small voice from beyond that great status. Bright golden light shot through a long slender opening that grew in width slowly, along with a slight creaking sound. The light eventually brightened the room Loyal was in, revealing the glorious status in the middle of a grand atrium. The alicorn statue was certainly proud, but the new light made it plain that it was in fact Celestia, not angry and snarling but smiling and serene. Her gold cutie mark was now plainly visible, along with her chest plate and slightly blue and green colored mane and tail.
"Rigel...what are you doing in here?" An elderly servant pony walked up to Loyal. His blue coat and silver mane and tail shimmered slightly in the gold light, and his tattered leather saddle bags, stuffed with supplies, seems to absorb all colors into its worn, dull finish.
"Rigel?" His voice was soft and weak, but very friendly and relaxing. His horn lit up and he adjusted his spectacles, watching and waiting for Loyal to respond.