Magic – the thought was a fanciful thing. Once, Pan had a penchant for magic. He had wielded the water element as if he were born to do so. At first, his powers had been something weak and fleeting, but with time he had grown into quite a skilled elemental. Then, these powers had been stripped from him, giving birth to a darker and wilder sort of magic. With the rift’s old magic, Pan could be anything he wanted to be. He had learned to fly, to travel through time… and perhaps it is the reckless abandon with which he used the dark magic that had led to his downfall. It was certainly a plausible theory.
He tucks the rest into his bag, a slender and pale ear flicking toward Mateo as he listens while reorganizing his stash. Without missing a beat, he comments.
Sighing, he lets his mind wander away from the confusion, grinning instead at Mateo’s suggestion for a fresh start.
@Mateo (gonna start wrapping this one up since the borders are closed and pan should probably book it, but would like to try and close it out first <3 once mateo is able to wander, he should come find pan or once they reopen, maybe pan can come hang with him at the library (he loves books!)
