The boy is curious as Katniss approaches, turning to watch her with a soft sort of smile. His grin widens as he takes in the flowers in her mane, thinking of those which he’d tucked safely into his bag for safekeeping, as he sidesteps over to let her stand beside him. Together, they look upon Denocte’s statue and goddess. His pebble shines in the moonlight, a well-intentioned offering from a child who has little more to give… but the stranger’s words ring in his mind. Not worthy? Certainly there was a story to be told here…
Beneath the moonlight, the scaled child’s eyes are bright and eager with curiosity. A part of him longs to be back with the party, dancing in the throngs of others to the beat of a gypsy song… but there is a part of him who longs more, to understand. Pan was always one to be drawn toward knowledge and learning, and of course… to stories. And so, in the moonlight, he waits with anticipating breath for Katniss to spin him a tale of betrayed loyalty, and the goddess of night.
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