Pan is drawn to the gardens by the scent of sweet flowers in the moonlight. A swath of silver bathed the night with light, and he danced along the gilded path, deep into the forest and deeper still to this place where the sacred garden lie. Caligo’s followers had done an admirable job of decorating the area, and Pan stops to marvel at each of the twinkling luminarias which light his path. It is a place built for romance, not that the boy has any whimsy or time for such things, but he can still enjoy the quiet beauty of it. For once, he is at a loss for words, not humming or yelling, but simply appreciating the splendor.
Overhead, a pair of morning doves coo and fly in the darkness, a strange thing for night, but they too cannot seem to escape the draw of the festival. He walks along the arched paths, stopping here and there to smell a flower, and as he looks around to see if anyone is paying attention, the gatherer quietly collects a sprig of Alpine Forget-me-Nots, tucking them safely into his bag in case he needed them in the future for healing.
Moving past the floral fields, he finds his way to the center of the garden, stopping next to Caligo’s statue and staring at it carefully. The rock seems old, with many stories to tell – but he does not know the goddess or her lore. Instead, he finds only a beautiful piece of artwork, and gathering a shiny gold pebble from his satchel, he lays it at the base. After all, even as an unknowing visitor to this land, there is something regal about the face which stares down at him… and Pan knew such things were rarely a coincidence. Never one to toy with lore, he waits, to see if someone can explain the statue further.
