This world was one of great mystery and intrigue to the boy, and though his legs were tired, his sense of adventure and the view alone was enough to bolster his spirits once more. After all, the best things in life were worth the pain of getting there. Pushing through the burning in his lungs, he drew in the sights around him, knowing instinctively that this was a place of worship… for who else but the gods could devise a place of such splendor. He’d seen similar shrines before – in Ravos and in Oblivion. There, he’d been greeted by the sages, and he’d learned quite a lot from Serket, keeper of the temple. Perhaps this stranger too had lore to share.
“Do you live here?” He asked innocently, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the lifelike golden bloom at her hip. ”It’s lovely, really… I can see for miles. That way is my home… the river - where it meets the sea.” He motioned to the west, toward the thin blue line that tore across the green from north to the wide blue ocean. It was a strange thing that Pan already thought of the river as his home, for he hadn’t met anyone there yet… so it wasn’t like they told him he was welcome or could stay… but Pan’s home was always the sea. In the errant waves and along the rocky shore, he would feel more at home than anywhere else.
“I knew a place like this once. It was called Mount Corenth – home of the gods.”His green eyes were curious as they met her predatory stare, and they followed her expression evenly – bright and astute. Pan saw everything, though he didn’t always understand the nuances of micro expressions. That, and he always thought the best in everyone… so there wasn’t even a worry that Inkheart might bring him harm. Instead, he already thought of her as a teacher, for if she was in this place, surely she had come for a reason. Like Pan. He’d come for answers… but to what, he had only begun to wonder.
“Do you live here?” He asked innocently, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the lifelike golden bloom at her hip. ”It’s lovely, really… I can see for miles. That way is my home… the river - where it meets the sea.” He motioned to the west, toward the thin blue line that tore across the green from north to the wide blue ocean. It was a strange thing that Pan already thought of the river as his home, for he hadn’t met anyone there yet… so it wasn’t like they told him he was welcome or could stay… but Pan’s home was always the sea. In the errant waves and along the rocky shore, he would feel more at home than anywhere else.
“I knew a place like this once. It was called Mount Corenth – home of the gods.”His green eyes were curious as they met her predatory stare, and they followed her expression evenly – bright and astute. Pan saw everything, though he didn’t always understand the nuances of micro expressions. That, and he always thought the best in everyone… so there wasn’t even a worry that Inkheart might bring him harm. Instead, he already thought of her as a teacher, for if she was in this place, surely she had come for a reason. Like Pan. He’d come for answers… but to what, he had only begun to wonder.
Pan
Dawn Court
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