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time is a river - Random Events - 03-09-2019
floating right on by
It might start off as an annoyance; with all the excitement going on - if murders and kidnapped queens could be considered exciting - it would become a distraction. But over time it will become more insistent, forming a rhythm of its own that beats away inside of his ear. And when Pan finally escapes the hubbub of whatever capitol he finds himself staying at, he’ll realize it’s not just an annoyance buzzing away in his ear.
It’s a pulse coming from inside of his heart.
He might feel a tug, like an invisible rope has been lassoed about his heart and is tightening with unsteady tugs. Someone has captured him, ensnared his very soul; but who?
The magic whispers in his mind, foreign yet strangely familiar. It’s calling out with him, with words unintelligible but a message that’s all too clear: come.
He might try to resist it at first, or he might find the interference exciting.
Whatever his reaction is, he’ll have no choice but to follow. With every step the tug will grow stronger, and it will become harder and harder to resist.
The water was cool and clear, and relatively calm in comparison to other sections of the Rapax. Here it ran so slowly you could see clear down to the smooth round stones decorating its floor; and, of course, you could see the stray fish that darted back and forth.
As the sun shines down and reflects off the surface of the water, a large splash breaks up the surface and sends hundreds of tiny droplets raining down like drops of gold. A whistle pierces the air, sharp and clear. Oliver arcs through the air like a bullet, his body wiggling, fur glinting, before dropping back down to the river with a similar crash. Submerged again, he darts off.
The river otter is a flash of brown that flies back and forth. He twists and turns, spins and rolls, his movements so graceful he seems more a dancer than a swimmer. He doesn’t know what’s brought him to the River; only that he’s here now.
Like Pan, there’s a ringing in his soul that tells him to stay, that whispers this is where you’re meant to be.
He doesn’t question it; he simply dances in time to the music that magic is playing in his veins. The same magic that is slowly but surely leading his bonded to him.
Despite the border closures at Delumine, it is to this section of river that the magic brings Pan. The closer he gets, the more right it will feel: it’s as if the magic is humming in excitement, as if it can hardly wait for the meeting that is to come. Just a little farther, it tells the Vagabond. You’re almost there.
When he finally arrives at the river, the magic calls him closer still. He’ll be drawn to the edge, where the water laps at his ankles.
His bonded will be floating lazily down the river on his back, admiring some shell or rock or other trinket that he’s picked up during his adventures. But when he sees Pan, he’ll cast everything aside and swim to him.
For a moment, both the otter and the horse will be still as they stare into one another’s eyes, unsure what to make of the other. But something about the river otter will feel strangely familiar to Pan… he can’t quite place where he knows him from, only that he knows him.
Then Oliver will twist in excitement, returning to his dance from before.
”What took you so long?” he’ll seem to ask, not in words but in chatters that mean the same thing. ”I’ve been waiting ages!”
Pan has met his Bonded.
Pan has (re) found his Bonded. c;
How to tag this account: @*'Random Events' without the asterisk!
enjoy! -sid
RE: time is a river - Pan - 03-10-2019
Pan felt a tugging to return to his home. For some time now, he’d tried to stay away, visions of the horrors from before dancing behind his eyes every time he tried to sleep. Still, there is a desire for him to return to his cave, to check on his treasures and possibly collect a few more to keep with him. He missed it – the hush of the river as it skipped over rocks, the dampness in the air and the crisp scent of water against rock. Rapax River was his home, and whether the borders were closed or not, he knew he had to go back. Something simply pulled him there.
The boy is afraid, a sensation that he seldom experienced, but he gulped down the fear and tried to stay brave as he followed the water back northward. Time and time again, he would stop and reconsider, his lips twisting into a scowl and a concerned sort of look crossing his face. But Pan continued despite the hesitation, mustering bravery as he sang a quiet song to steady himself, steps half as lively as usual. As he neared Delumine, the scaled boy stopped to rest, unwilling to enter the land during the night. He wanted to know what was coming, to see the land washed in the warmth of sunlight, and so he slept beneath the stars just outside before continuing.
He found the cave at first morning light, an overwhelming sense of joy washing over him as he danced toward his bed of animal skins, laying upon it and enjoying the comforting scent that washed over him. Collecting as many baubles as he could carry, Pan flicks another sad glance back, knowing that someday he could return here and live back within the comforts of his cave… but it couldn’t be today. There were still dangers lurking in Delumine, and he needed to stay away for his own safety.
Still, something eggs him forward, and for a moment Pan allows himself the whimsy of searching for pink dolphins in the river. Though he’d yet to see them, the boy had never given up hope. Scouring with his seafoam eyes, he looked hard… but no dolphins appeared. Strangely though, his gaze fell on something else entirely, something quite familiar. For here, in the center of the rushing water, a brown otter twisted this way and that, collecting little stones and washing them on his belly.
Pan can only watch the strange creature, feeling a tug of familiarity even as Oliver turns and offers him a playful sort of smile. Something clicks within the boy, within the otter too, and the sleek brown creature makes his way quickly toward him. Racing from the water’s edge like a brown arrow, Oliver chatters to his long lost friend, winding his way up Pan’s leg in a familiar sort of gesture and settling on his withers. The otter rubs himself in Pan’s mane, grooming him for a moment, before diving into the satchel as he’d done a thousand times before. Starstruck, Pan struggles to remember, but he knows he’s seen the playful creature before.
Oliver? His question is met by a series of chirps as the otter rummages through the bag, making himself quite at home as he chuffs to his scaled friend. Satisfied that he’d remembered at least the otter’s name for now, Pan glances back only once at the river and his home, before turning back to Terrestella, determined to leave Delumine once again until safety could be had, his new friend in tow.
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