The boy melts into Asterion’s touch, drawing a calming breath as the older stallion offers comfort. He breathes deeply, taking in the scent of the second male, an earthy sort of tone. The world around them is still and quiet, except for the occasional breeze that swept through the hills. I like it here He begins walking with Asterion, nodding blindly toward the suggestion that they should find Flora, no more certain of who or what Flora was than his own story. Is this your home?
Bits of grass still clung to his mane and tail, flying free as he flicks his head back and forth to displace them. There’s much to this land – no pirates yet, but I found a fire breathing dragon horse, and dancing girls who dripped with gold. Showing off his prizes, he dug deep into his satchel to pull out a small wind-up music box. It was a gift which he’d obtained from the night markets, and as he wound it, a tinny sort of gypsy song wafted through the air between them. His head bobbed to the music as he smiled, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments to enjoy and remember the nights where he’d found the freedom of the party – the best sort of distraction.
He danced to keep up with Asterions’s long stride as they searched for the girl Flora and her stories. What kind of stories? He asked absentmindedly, always up for a story or two. In his day, Pan had been quite a storyteller himself, but now he could not remember enough to weave together such a tale of his past. Still, he had stories from his time since arriving here to Novus. Did you know, at the River there’s a sea witch who can stitch magic into your skin? Turning to his right, he showed off the sheen of his now-magic-again compass marking which shone a turquoise blue in the sunlight. Little did the boy know that it allowed him to breathe underwater now… he just liked the look of its newly acquired scale-sheen. Did you see her?
