When the child-like individual speaks, Katniss is quiet as she listens. She does enjoy the story-telling of others, Isra has seen to that. At first Isra’s stories had seemed like a waste of time, but the more she listened to them, the more she realized that there was a truth to them. Each story contained an Easter Egg of information if she was only willing to listen. So now, as Pan speaks, she listens attentively.
He speaks of knowing a God, No. It was a strange name for a God, but she supposed she had heard of worse. He claimed to be the lesser god of water. Oh how Katniss wished she could meet him! As the daughter of a kelpie, she had been born with the ability to breathe underwater and of how she had missed it!
As Pan continued, she shifted her thoughts back onto the boy’s talk of a quest. After all, she didn’t want to appear disinterested or ignoring him. She was simply thinking back and wishing she had her ability to breathe beneath the water. He says that the god gave him healing tokens. While she had never hear of such a thing before, she supposed those tokens were currency for something. “And what did you buy with your tokens?” a healing power? A salve? Surely it was something grand.
His attention seemed to shift quickly, as if he was unable to focus on one topic for too long. She supposed she had felt that way once or twice before, so it was not surprising. What was surprising, however, was the topic he had shifted to. Her. Katniss had never been one to talk about herself, unless of course it had been with Metaphor.
Pan steps closer to her, letting his muzzle press against her scars as he asks if someone had hurt her. She sighed softly. “Many someones.” Each scar by a different individual. Each scar was a story about a war, a battle, an enemy. It was a heavy topic for an individual as innocent as Pan. So when he asks what it is from, she sighs softly. “I am a warrior - most are from a battle won or lost.” Truthfully, she didn’t remember getting her scars. She never remembered which individual gave her which scars - only the scars on her heart which Pan would never be able to see. Only Metaphor knew of those scars, and that was how she intended for it to be. To everyone else, her heart was blocked off, locked away.
@Pan
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