There is something in the voice of the second male that draws a slight frown to the boy’s face when he turns. His eyes find Charlemagne’s and he wonders for a brief moment where he’d seen him before. Yes, at the meeting… but before that. He listens as Charlemagne mentions Solis, and nods emphatically. For surely this was not the god of the sun. Pan had, of course, been looking for Solis because he was lonely. But loneliness did not have to be fixed by the company of gods. The company of this stallion was plenty to keep Pan’s mind occupied. And in that moment of wondering, he remembered. ”I saw you… by the sea.”
The statement was matter of fact, just as Charlemagne’s had been. At the mention of the sea, Pan’s features softened some, and he laughed, just enough to break the awkward tension between them. ”I know you’re not Solis, silly. He’s a god. The god of the day, and the sun.” Scrunching up his nose, he looked around, wondering if the errant god would ever show his face. ”Inkheart told me about him, and we tried to call to him on the mountain… but he never came.”
More quizzically still was the fact that there was an implication here that he should not be worshipping Solis. Curiously, he prodded at the thought. ”All I know about is Solis. But Florentine said there were other gods here too. Do you know them? Can you tell me about them?” After all, it wasn’t that Pan didn’t want to worship Oriens, he simply had never heard about them. You see, the boy was new around here… and he hadn’t had much time to understand the ways of Novus yet. But ever impressionable, Inkheart had taken advantage of his innocent curiosity and snatched the opportunity to fill Pan’s mind with stories of Solis, her god of the Day Court. Perhaps then, if Pan knew that Oriens had more to offer, he would be worshiping appropriately.
The statement was matter of fact, just as Charlemagne’s had been. At the mention of the sea, Pan’s features softened some, and he laughed, just enough to break the awkward tension between them. ”I know you’re not Solis, silly. He’s a god. The god of the day, and the sun.” Scrunching up his nose, he looked around, wondering if the errant god would ever show his face. ”Inkheart told me about him, and we tried to call to him on the mountain… but he never came.”
More quizzically still was the fact that there was an implication here that he should not be worshipping Solis. Curiously, he prodded at the thought. ”All I know about is Solis. But Florentine said there were other gods here too. Do you know them? Can you tell me about them?” After all, it wasn’t that Pan didn’t want to worship Oriens, he simply had never heard about them. You see, the boy was new around here… and he hadn’t had much time to understand the ways of Novus yet. But ever impressionable, Inkheart had taken advantage of his innocent curiosity and snatched the opportunity to fill Pan’s mind with stories of Solis, her god of the Day Court. Perhaps then, if Pan knew that Oriens had more to offer, he would be worshiping appropriately.
Pan
Dawn Court
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