Today, he headed back toward the Veneror Peak, desperate to meet a god. He’d been told of them, long ago… but now, their names were foggy. The only one that he knew of since his return was Caligo, who he’d already paid homage to a couple of times. Still, she’d yet to show. Perhaps she was just waiting for the perfect gift, he mused, tapping at his satchel absentmindedly. As he wandered that direction, he stopped to pick up a fossilized piece of bark, and an insect trapped in amber. Nature had a way of presenting him with lovely gifts, and the boy gladly collected them for his cave. Humming with a pleased sort of song (for Pan is quite happy with his prizes), he detours a bit more, delving deep into the Eluetheria Plain. It had been here, not long ago, that he’d found himself drunk from the golden magic. Shuddering as he remembered the helpless feeling that had washed over him and his lack of control, the boy skittered far from that particular corner of this land, choosing instead to walk along the fringe of the forest. It is here, where he notices the other stallion barreling toward him. Instead of being alarmed at a stranger coming up on him so quickly, and breathlessly asking him questions, Pan just takes it in stride. I’m Pan! His voice is bright and cheerful, and he offers the second male an easy smile and a jaunty sort of bow. Who are you?
Pan always woke with the sun, and went to sleep when the sun went down. He was quite the creature of habit, and found himself roused with a renewed sense of energy (despite the autumn chill that stung his lungs as he breathed the cave-air of his home). As he woke, he shifted about on his makeshift bed of animal furs and leaves, shivering as he rose to his feet and began to dance about to stave away the cold. Only once he was warm did he dare to leave the comfort of his home, shuffling off with his mind toward a new adventure.
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