Though the boy shivered like a leaf, there is something which finally snaps within him, jolting him back into reality. He looks around, and though the others speak, he hears their voices like something far away. Immediately, all that he seems to hear is the incessant buzzing of flies, and he smells the putrid scent of death as it bloats the bellies of the fallen. This wasn’t the first time the boy had witnessed death, and as he stood with the small gathering, another memory hits him. It is a memory of somewhere far from here, cold as ice, painted with blood as angry war cries reverberate off the canyon walls. But as quickly as the picture comes to him, it is gone once again.
He draws his focus back as Somnus approaches, standing a bit taller so he wouldn’t be tarnished in the king’s eyes. After all, though Pan didn’t know the Pegasus to be the keeper of Delumine, he didn’t want to let his friend down. Nodding quietly at Somnus’ words, Pan takes a moment to preen as he reiterates that this place was Pan’s home too. A strangely warm sensation washes over him at the thought of home, a thing he’d wanted for so long. With a sigh, he continues to direct his focus toward the tasks at hand, pulling out of his stupor enough to make sense of what was happening around him.
Turning toward the golden mare, he offers a weak sort of smile.
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