Flora didn’t need to believe. Pan had enough belief in him for the both of them. That, and he liked the idea that there was someone out there looking out for them (nevermind that the gods also seemed to meddle… Pan never really considered that part of the god-mortal relationship). He offered Flora a soft smile when she mentioned that he’d been a foal longer than she knew him… for he knew that he’d be a foal forever. He never intended to grow up, and didn’t care one flit about the consequences. If Flora knew what was good for her, she wouldn’t grow up either… but already she was moving forward with her life – he could see it. Pan just tried not to think of the fact that she would grow older and older, outgrowing his playful antics and childlike wonder… after all, didn’t all grownups lose their sense of whimsy?
Shaking away the thought, he paced a bit, listening to her talking about a new goddess. Vespera. He liked the sound of her, and interrupted with questions. ”Do you know what she’s like? Inkheart seemed to make it sound like Solis was mean. A warrior… some god to be feared. I don’t like to fear the gods… I want them to be kind, and fair, and just.” But that was just wishful thinking. After all, Pan knew that gods were not always kind. But somehow, he usually still found a way to get them to smile, and begrudgingly accept his bubbly presence. Call it a gift.
”Maybe the gods protect us… or maybe they can save us when things go wrong. I worship the gods when I need advice, or help, or just someone to talk to. Because that’s the cool thing about gods. They’re always around, even if you don’t always see them.” At least, the gods who had made themselves known to him were. He didn’t know about the gods where you just heard stories and didn’t ever see them in real life. But Pan liked the feeling of never being alone. ”What temples? I saw the Day Court… you can come with me and see it if you want. I don’t know if that’s a god place though… but the mountain is! Do you suppose there’s a god here, in the Day Court? I’ll come with you… we should stick together Flora” After all, what if the gods were mean? She would need a protector… and Pan didn’t intend to let Flora out of his sight. He couldn’t lose her again.
Shaking away the thought, he paced a bit, listening to her talking about a new goddess. Vespera. He liked the sound of her, and interrupted with questions. ”Do you know what she’s like? Inkheart seemed to make it sound like Solis was mean. A warrior… some god to be feared. I don’t like to fear the gods… I want them to be kind, and fair, and just.” But that was just wishful thinking. After all, Pan knew that gods were not always kind. But somehow, he usually still found a way to get them to smile, and begrudgingly accept his bubbly presence. Call it a gift.
”Maybe the gods protect us… or maybe they can save us when things go wrong. I worship the gods when I need advice, or help, or just someone to talk to. Because that’s the cool thing about gods. They’re always around, even if you don’t always see them.” At least, the gods who had made themselves known to him were. He didn’t know about the gods where you just heard stories and didn’t ever see them in real life. But Pan liked the feeling of never being alone. ”What temples? I saw the Day Court… you can come with me and see it if you want. I don’t know if that’s a god place though… but the mountain is! Do you suppose there’s a god here, in the Day Court? I’ll come with you… we should stick together Flora” After all, what if the gods were mean? She would need a protector… and Pan didn’t intend to let Flora out of his sight. He couldn’t lose her again.
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Dawn Court
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