In dreams, the boy is free. He can run across the sea cliffs, dive from their height right into the crystal blue water. Hell, in dreams, he can do more than just jump… he can FLY!
The wind hugged him like a friend, pushing him up and down on air currents just as the waves would rock him in the sea. He laughed and giggled, his feet dancing in his sleep, pawing the air while a smile spread across his sleeping face. Little would the boy know that he’d been found by the King and his bird. Had he known though, Pan wouldn’t have minded the company one bit. Snorting as he slept, he rolled to his side, oblivious to those who stood and watched him.
He was falling now, but it felt like freedom anyway. Far from the sky he plummeted, into the waiting arms of his dearest ocean. The water was warm around him, almost like the waters of Neverland had been. The cries of seagulls pierced through the dream, the scent of the salted water stinging at his nostrils. Home. It was a feeling that wrapped him like a blanket. For where he found the sea, he found his heart… and the boy was as much at home in this strange and wonderful world as the one he’d come from before it, and the one before that. A true wandering heart, his home had become wherever he laid his head, and Pan was at peace.
Pan? The quiet question called him from his dream-trance, and the scaled boy blinked his eyes against the sunlight, bringing the stallion into focus. He paused for a moment, confusion settling over his expressive face. He knew this one… but he couldn’t pinpoint from where. Carefully, the boy rose to his feet, shaking the sand from his scales as he looked at the bay with twilight in his hair. For a rare moment, the boy is quietly thinking, before he states simply.
Curiously, he looked around the side of the stallion to see a black-headed gull watching him shrewdly. Clearly, this bird wasn’t like the others, who rooted in the sand for whatever the sea washed up to them. Instead, it seemed focused on Asterion, and even focused on him. For a moment, the boy’s thoughts tipped toward another of his dreams – one that occurred so often these days – of a sleek brown otter running beside him.
@Asterion
