The boy was nothing if not adventurous, but there was only once in his life he’d tried to show his ‘mastery’ in battle. Only once, and he’d failed. Closing his eyes for a moment while Kasil gently led him toward the warrior ranks, Pan remembered. He remembered blood on the snow, the glassy eyes of his dearest friend – staring up with emptiness into the heavens, the way her body felt so cold to the touch and her flowers seemed to wilt even as he watched. He could do nothing to save Florentine during the Great War. All Pan could do was stand in the shadows with his eyes closed, hoping it would go away, weeping from the pain of seeing his friends slaughtered before him. No. War was not the path for him.
His face was pale, eyes widening as he opened them and tried to mask away the pain. But if it was a warrior that Kasil needed, he would try his best to be a warrior worthy of this place – worthy of the god Oriens (which was apparently the god he was supposed to worship… not Solis). Gulping before he spoke, he tried to manage a smile. ”I will try, if that is what you want.” In the back of his mind, there is a nagging sensation that something else would be a better fit. While it was true that Pan liked learning and stories, they clearly didn’t need more sages. What did intrigue him some though, was healing. Florentine was a healer now, and while it wasn’t something that Pan had ever thought to do before, the fact that his best friend forever was doing it surely meant that it was a worthy path to follow.
Kasil had told him to go out in the world. To seek. To explore. And this is where Pan’s true passions lay anyway. Responsibility was a yoke he knew he must bear as a member of a herd, but left to his own druthers, Pan would be out in the world, seeking, searching, curious. He would be making new friends, seeing new things, and drawing all of that in for the glory of the Dawn Court. It would be good, he supposed, to have a place to call his own again. To have a place to serve again. And maybe, Kasil was the scholar from Commander Shepard’s story – the one who would lead the Dawn Court to glory.
The boy liked the romance of knights, and glory, and great kings. So he would go, as asked, into the wilds of Novus – to see what he could see.
His face was pale, eyes widening as he opened them and tried to mask away the pain. But if it was a warrior that Kasil needed, he would try his best to be a warrior worthy of this place – worthy of the god Oriens (which was apparently the god he was supposed to worship… not Solis). Gulping before he spoke, he tried to manage a smile. ”I will try, if that is what you want.” In the back of his mind, there is a nagging sensation that something else would be a better fit. While it was true that Pan liked learning and stories, they clearly didn’t need more sages. What did intrigue him some though, was healing. Florentine was a healer now, and while it wasn’t something that Pan had ever thought to do before, the fact that his best friend forever was doing it surely meant that it was a worthy path to follow.
Kasil had told him to go out in the world. To seek. To explore. And this is where Pan’s true passions lay anyway. Responsibility was a yoke he knew he must bear as a member of a herd, but left to his own druthers, Pan would be out in the world, seeking, searching, curious. He would be making new friends, seeing new things, and drawing all of that in for the glory of the Dawn Court. It would be good, he supposed, to have a place to call his own again. To have a place to serve again. And maybe, Kasil was the scholar from Commander Shepard’s story – the one who would lead the Dawn Court to glory.
The boy liked the romance of knights, and glory, and great kings. So he would go, as asked, into the wilds of Novus – to see what he could see.
Pan
Dawn Court
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