The boy knew he wasn’t particularly welcome here. There was just something about the Day Courtians that was downright unfriendly… but it didn’t sway him. The world was Pan’s stage, and he refused to let something like bad attitudes get in the way of his explorations. Besides, he knew well enough to respect the land and its deity. If they knew that he was more than happy to pay tribute to Solis, perhaps the war-clan nomads who roamed the Day Court would pay him little mind. At least, this is his thought as he wanders through the desert, head on a swivel, looking for pirates. Better yet, looking for mercenaries, for Asterion had told him they existed here. The sun beat down on Pan as he danced over the sand like a sidewinding snake, his hooves creating divets in the dunes that seemed to wash away with the whispering winds. Sweat gleamed against his skin even as the autumn breeze sought to cool him… but alas, it could do little against the desert sun. All of this was part of the appeal, he supposed, and Pan thought himself some kind of crusader seeking the secrets of the pharaohs as he traversed across the Mors Desert. Ahead, there is a shimmer that looked too good to be real – a veritable paradise in the desert. Drawn toward the illusion, Pan felt his mouth begin to water as he thought of the crystal blue water touching his parched lips. It would be helpful for him to stop for a bit… to rest. As his lithe body travels closer and closer, it seemed that the oasis became more real. Remembering a cautious tale about the desert playing tricks on the mind, Pan is hesitant to believe Vitae Oasis’ existence until he is literally standing by the water’s edge. Now, he looks out upon it, his green eyes drinking in the sights as he dares to drop his lips to the smooth surface for a drink. There is a hushed silence which falls over the land, and Pan’s ears prick forward and back, searching for any signs of danger… but what he didn’t expect was a ripple against his lips, distributing the still water in an anomaly with no explanation. Who… who’s there?!? The boy yells out to the empty desert, confused by the ripples that seem to start from the center of the pool. Stepping back, Pan is shocked to see the ripples followed by a series of bubbles. Something was under the water. Something… dangerous? Come out you yellow-bellied codfish! His words are all brashness with little bite as he smiles now, eager to see what his demands would expose. It seemed the oasis had its own secrets to explain.
@Jaylin
