Katniss was curious about this fellow, Pan as he called himself. The individual was child-like in his mannerisms and his words, and yet, he surprised her all the same. When he said that love was worth fighting for, she briefly wondered what he knew of love. She wondered if he had ever loved in his lifetime. At any rate, the words he spoke were far truer than she probably cared to admit. Now that she had Metaphor, he was most definitely worth fighting for. In fact, she’d do anything for that man - anything.
She watches as he pulls something out of his satchel. She watches him curiously, listening as he offers her something to remember him by. In the back of her mind, she knows that Pan is one of those that she will never forget. He’s unique and goes against the grain. How could she forget him? But, she takes the rock he offers, listening as he explains that it’s one of the tokens his God had given him. “Thank you, Pan. I shall cherish it always.” She would keep this rock near the small table in her “home” in Denocte. It would serve as a constant reminder that there were others that were here to help, much as she was.
Eyes watch him as he turns towards the north. She knows that look, she’s seen it many times before. Their meeting would be but a brief one, but one she would never forget. “It was a pleasure to meet you as well, Pan.” Her words are soft, soothing even. Ears listen as he explains where he’s from - Dusk court, she presumes. While she’s never had a need to venture there, perhaps she might in the future.
But it was his warning that catches her by surprise, his warning to go easy on Caligo. What did he know of the goddess? But she simply smiles at him as he claims that just maybe she might surprise her. And then he’s leaving and Katniss watching his retreat for a moment before her eyes turn back to the statue. She ponders his words silently for a moment, before she too begins to leave the gallery and head back home.
@Pan
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