It was easy for Pan to be personable with the lady in the water, pleased at her company as much as he was pleased at the warm water which lapped gently against him. While he could only detect a small sign of sadness in her voice, he is not astute enough to make the leap toward her being a lonely creature. As he thinks about what it might mean to be trapped in one place for his whole life, the boy shudders at the thought, unable to fathom being tied down – even if it meant being tied to a place as beautiful as this.
I like to explore. he offers simply. I came here once, a long time ago… but there were different faces here – a different king, but the same god – Solis, right? Long ago, Solterra had been a different sort of place. Those who lived here had been steadfastly religious, fanatical even. Now, it was a different crowd. There were rumors that these lands were ruled by a tyrant, but Pan had yet to see Raum or his army… he’d only heard the stories, of how he captured the queen of Denocte and led the Night Court through a series of tribulations. Still, it didn’t keep Pan away. He needed to voyage through Novus, to see all there was to see.
While he stands and ponders such things, there is a rustle in the bag at his hip, a sleek brown head popping out from within the folds of his satchel with an indignant sort of chirrup. Oh sorry… this is Oliver. The otter slinks forward, wrapping around his neck and offering Jaylin a coo of greeting. He likes to explore too… we’re looking for plants – for healing.
It was a simpler mission than one of diplomacy or vengeance, to be certain. Pan had never been much for politics, and gathering beautiful things was a task which came quite naturally to him. What is the name of your Oasis? he asks suddenly, wondering if perhaps he’d read about the Oasis in one of his books.
@Jaylin
