The ocean swelled along the horizon, washing against pebbly sand worn smooth by the tide, and roaring where it hit the rocks. It was quiet at dawn, with the sun just peeking over the horizon, painting the sky with pastel streaks of pink and gold. The only life seemed to be a small cluster of sea lions gathering on the rocky cliffs, barking quietly at the small red crabs that scurried sideways along the water’s edge. And, of course, there was the green scaled boy.
He was never quiet. Instead, Pan was humming as he walked along the morning shoreline, digging in the sand to unearth small sand crabs and giggling as they scurried away from his prying lips. He gathered pieces of green and blue sea glass, worn smooth from the tumbling tides, and shards of broken seashells between his teeth, placing them gently in a well-loved leather satchel as he went.
You would think that the child stallion would walk in a straight line, but instead, the tracks he left in the sand told a different tale. First, he’d wander just past the breaking surf, letting the salty water wash against his legs. Then, he’d dance away from the water, get distracted by a shiny object, and circle back once more. What should have been pristine white sand was littered with his footprints, but it didn’t bother the child. Instead, he simply let his curiosity roam.
He was somewhere new… alone, but letting his imagination comfort him. Rook had left him. Florentine had disappeared… even Oliver, his constant companion, seemed to have gone somewhere. So, Pan had done the only thing he knew to do, he followed the Rift tide to another world. But this time, he got stuck. It was a funny thing, he supposed, that time could be so unpredictable. Yet he was making the best of his detour, exploring the strange new land with a cautious sort of optimism.
Turning to blink against the sun, the colt smiled at a shadow on the horizon – small at first, but growing larger. His heart leaped, curious about who was approaching, but excited at the prospect of a new friend. Hello! he cried out over the sound of the sea lions. I’m Pan! And he waited until the stranger grew closer, with an expectant smile on his face.
He was never quiet. Instead, Pan was humming as he walked along the morning shoreline, digging in the sand to unearth small sand crabs and giggling as they scurried away from his prying lips. He gathered pieces of green and blue sea glass, worn smooth from the tumbling tides, and shards of broken seashells between his teeth, placing them gently in a well-loved leather satchel as he went.
You would think that the child stallion would walk in a straight line, but instead, the tracks he left in the sand told a different tale. First, he’d wander just past the breaking surf, letting the salty water wash against his legs. Then, he’d dance away from the water, get distracted by a shiny object, and circle back once more. What should have been pristine white sand was littered with his footprints, but it didn’t bother the child. Instead, he simply let his curiosity roam.
He was somewhere new… alone, but letting his imagination comfort him. Rook had left him. Florentine had disappeared… even Oliver, his constant companion, seemed to have gone somewhere. So, Pan had done the only thing he knew to do, he followed the Rift tide to another world. But this time, he got stuck. It was a funny thing, he supposed, that time could be so unpredictable. Yet he was making the best of his detour, exploring the strange new land with a cautious sort of optimism.
Turning to blink against the sun, the colt smiled at a shadow on the horizon – small at first, but growing larger. His heart leaped, curious about who was approaching, but excited at the prospect of a new friend. Hello! he cried out over the sound of the sea lions. I’m Pan! And he waited until the stranger grew closer, with an expectant smile on his face.
Pan
Dawn Court
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