Pan wasn’t too sure about leaving the river… after all, he’d only just arrived. But like a map that spread out in his head, he knew he could find the place again – where the river met the sea, and follow it back to the place he’d decided was home. The river might be dangerous, as Kasil suggested, but Pan could never feel at home somewhere without water. So, if the sea was not an option, then he would live by the river’s edge. Offering the stranger a trusting smile, Pan shook away the last of the river dirt that clung to him, and stepped easily beside him, following him deeper into the heart of the Dawn Court.
Wondering briefly why it wouldn’t be cowardly to be cautious, he shrugged off the thought and fell into an easy conversation with the keeper of the Court. Kasil was quite personable, and Pan had no problem creating a story in his mind that the stag was a friend and a strong warrior. After all, the older male seemed quite wise in the ways of the world. He reminded the boy of another beloved leader, his Commander Shepard. She, of course, had been the first “sovereign” type that he’d come across (not that he understood that the positions were one and the same), and he had quite easily fit into the hierarchy structure of a herd. Pan needed to be social, and was eagerly looking forward to finding his place again.
”Sorry that I came into your court without asking. I didn’t know that anyone lived here’ You’re the first one I’ve seen by the river yet. Are there more?” He bowed his head a bit sheepishly, offering an apologetic sort of grin, before continuing. ”I’ve never seen a court before… it sounds kinda fancy. Are there a lot of rules? Do you have any kids there, like me?” Not that it mattered… Pan was usually the youngest, and he had no problem with making friends with grown ups. ”What’s a sovereign anyway? Are you like a king… or a knight? I was a knight in Eirhelm… brave, and loyal to Commander Shephard!”
The boy stallion let loose with a barrage of questions and jumbled statements, not stopping for more than a short breath between them. Though his body looked every bit the two year old he was, it was clear that Pan still had the mannerisms of a boy. As they walked, the riverbank gave way to wider fields, and he found that they were heading further north. The compass on his haunches twisted this way and that, settling on true north and guiding their path as they marched onward. ”I like to be an ally… maybe I can help with your court. I’m a great explorer!”
ooc: we can move this thread to Dawn Court if you’d like to reply there :)
Wondering briefly why it wouldn’t be cowardly to be cautious, he shrugged off the thought and fell into an easy conversation with the keeper of the Court. Kasil was quite personable, and Pan had no problem creating a story in his mind that the stag was a friend and a strong warrior. After all, the older male seemed quite wise in the ways of the world. He reminded the boy of another beloved leader, his Commander Shepard. She, of course, had been the first “sovereign” type that he’d come across (not that he understood that the positions were one and the same), and he had quite easily fit into the hierarchy structure of a herd. Pan needed to be social, and was eagerly looking forward to finding his place again.
”Sorry that I came into your court without asking. I didn’t know that anyone lived here’ You’re the first one I’ve seen by the river yet. Are there more?” He bowed his head a bit sheepishly, offering an apologetic sort of grin, before continuing. ”I’ve never seen a court before… it sounds kinda fancy. Are there a lot of rules? Do you have any kids there, like me?” Not that it mattered… Pan was usually the youngest, and he had no problem with making friends with grown ups. ”What’s a sovereign anyway? Are you like a king… or a knight? I was a knight in Eirhelm… brave, and loyal to Commander Shephard!”
The boy stallion let loose with a barrage of questions and jumbled statements, not stopping for more than a short breath between them. Though his body looked every bit the two year old he was, it was clear that Pan still had the mannerisms of a boy. As they walked, the riverbank gave way to wider fields, and he found that they were heading further north. The compass on his haunches twisted this way and that, settling on true north and guiding their path as they marched onward. ”I like to be an ally… maybe I can help with your court. I’m a great explorer!”
ooc: we can move this thread to Dawn Court if you’d like to reply there :)
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