The child smiles, unknowing of the world and the way that it worked. He was an eternal optimist, always looking for the next rainbow on the horizon – always wanting to see the world as it should be instead of as it was. When she speaks of Caligo, Pan nods understandingly. He can see where it could be frustrating not to see the gods, not to know what they thought. But it was the gods that granted the lands to them… and they entrusted their kingdoms to the care of mortals. This alone, Pan supposed, made them worthy of worship. He wouldn’t mind fighting for something he believe in… and home was a pretty good reason to fight.
As they stand beneath the darkness, Pan gives one more glance to the goddess before gathering up his satchel, making a vow to learn more about Caligo… but now, he was more interested in the mortal who told him of her escapades. Katniss. She had said her name was Katniss. Stepping closer to her, he takes note of her scars, concern rising in his expressive green eyes.
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