Pan felt so light as he danced back home from the beach, slipper pink shell in hand, nestled deep in the folds of his satchel. He could not explain this new and strange sensation, only that he felt more alive than ever, and rejuvenated from his time along the shore. Nevermind that the reason had been Oriens gift of immortality – Pan would never pretend to understand such things… but he knew (as he always had) that he’d never grow up – now, it was only confirmed by the magic that Oriens had bestowed on him. Drunk off the feeling of invincibility that washed over him, he hummed as he wandered back through the commongrounds to his home.
As the green boy stepped into the clearing, his eyes grew wide with delight. Music wafted from between the buildings, bright lantern bobbing gaily in the breeze. He smelled the sweet delights of cinnamon and spices, a perfect pairing with the bite that fell on his skin from the autumn air. Making his way past pumpkins which had been carved in tribute to Oriens, he grinned and began to nibble on the crust of a delicate pastry, inadvertently smearing the pumpkin-gold jam over his lips. Delerious and oblivious as he ate as much sugar as he could hold, Pan didn’t even realize that others had started to come to this place from other courts, until he started to hear their muted voices behind him.
Stashing a couple of snacks away in his bag, and stuffing his mouth with as much as he could, he made his way toward the procession while happily munching away at his delectable snacks. His eyes fell on several strangers – some who smelled of faraway places, and others (like Ulric) that he’d seen from a distance but never really talked to. Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer and tried to swallow down the jam-filled pastries to join the conversation, balking as Asterion introduced himself as Florentine’s brother.
Flora, I didn’t know you had a brother!?! His sticky mouth struggled to form the words as he gulped down the rest of his dessert, wiping his mouth against his scaly breast to offer the dark stallion a grin. Any brother of Flora’s is a friend of mine. I’m Pan!
As the green boy stepped into the clearing, his eyes grew wide with delight. Music wafted from between the buildings, bright lantern bobbing gaily in the breeze. He smelled the sweet delights of cinnamon and spices, a perfect pairing with the bite that fell on his skin from the autumn air. Making his way past pumpkins which had been carved in tribute to Oriens, he grinned and began to nibble on the crust of a delicate pastry, inadvertently smearing the pumpkin-gold jam over his lips. Delerious and oblivious as he ate as much sugar as he could hold, Pan didn’t even realize that others had started to come to this place from other courts, until he started to hear their muted voices behind him.
Stashing a couple of snacks away in his bag, and stuffing his mouth with as much as he could, he made his way toward the procession while happily munching away at his delectable snacks. His eyes fell on several strangers – some who smelled of faraway places, and others (like Ulric) that he’d seen from a distance but never really talked to. Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer and tried to swallow down the jam-filled pastries to join the conversation, balking as Asterion introduced himself as Florentine’s brother.
Flora, I didn’t know you had a brother!?! His sticky mouth struggled to form the words as he gulped down the rest of his dessert, wiping his mouth against his scaly breast to offer the dark stallion a grin. Any brother of Flora’s is a friend of mine. I’m Pan!
Pan
Dawn Court
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