Something washes over the mare – a sort of darkness that gives the boy pause, even as she turns from his offering. Trying hard not to be offended, Pan quickly tucks his prized feather away, concern edging at his seafoam eyes even as hers seem to clear and set with determination. In that moment, the immortal child has to wonder what she was thinking about, but as quickly as she’d drifted away in her own thoughts, she’d come about once more and seemed to perk up and shake away her grief. Strange, Pan mused to himself, but he wouldn’t dwell on it for long.
I am done with my sorrow.
And that was that. With the matter of fact phrase, Warset did, indeed, look done with her sorrow. Now, she took an appearance of one who seeked. It was a look that the adventurer colt knew well, and he returns the mare’s grit with a hopeful sort of smile.
She knows the way, and Pan doesn’t even hesitate as he steps to follow her. In a way, this trusting persona was his greatest potential for downfall. Time and time again, the boy had been led astray by his hopelessly naïve nature, and yet the trust never seemed to waiver. It is simply Pan’s way to believe the best in others, even in strangers.
He babbles with mindless questions to fill the void of silence and Warset’s assurances. How did you get here? I feel like I’ve been in here forever, but when I came it was different… there was fire, and then this place just seemed to appear out of the sea… strange magic, truly.
Despite his circumstances, the boy could not resist the pull of adventure that had brought him here. He’d been lost – perhaps more lost than ever before – desperate for change. The Dawn Court, which had always been a home-like place, had closed its borders following a series of gruesome murders. Then, Pan had nowhere to go.
He’d run to Denocte, to Terrestella, but nowhere had given him peace. Instead, the scaled child had decided to slip away in the night, seemingly unnoticed, making his way to the island where he’d been trapped for many moons now. But it was time – time to go back, to reunite with old friends, to make new ones.
Hope shone bright in his eyes as he fell into an easy pace beside his companions, grateful for the company, even as a small part of him which had grown to love this place of wild magic protested at his leaving.
@Warset @
