Had Caligo done anything wrong? What hadn’t she done? Despite the fact that Katniss was still relatively new to Novus, she had only a brief encounter with Caligo and it had not been that exciting. Gods and Goddesses were supposed to be mighty and powerful. They were supposed to lead and commend worship. What she had seen was a Goddess who asked her people to fight a battle for her and then she disappeared. Perhaps it was the warrior in her that disliked the Goddess. While Katniss had never been a very faithful creature, she did respect leadership when she saw it. She simply did not see it with Caligo.
It was the other’s words that grabbed her attention. She sighed softly, not wanting to burden the innocent bystander about her hesitancy with the way Caligo had left them. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, trying to offer the truth but not paint Caligo to be a horrible goddess. “Not wrong, per say. She simply has us fight her battles for her - only to disappear. It simply leave a bad taste in my mouth.” Perhaps her feelings of Caligo were skewed and perhaps she didn’t know the whole story since she was so new. She would be willing to give the Goddess another chance. After all, Katniss had always been about giving second chances.
He asks about her name and she offers him a soft smile. “Caligo.” The name feels strange and foreign on her tongue, but she states it out loud anyway. Perhaps Isra should have been the one to discover Pan. Perhaps she could have granted him a much finer tale than she would ever be able to tell.
He introduces himself as Pan and she looks to him with that sort of looks that speaks of friendship and compassion. “Welcome to Denocte, Pan. My name is Katniss.” She says nothing more to him, she only sighs and looks up to the moonlight. As the clouds pass by, the moonlight illuminates her scars that tell far more stories than she could ever have the time for.
@Pan
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