He found his way here, because of her. Because of his best friend, and the way she’d spoken of home. If Pan had his own way, he would have convinced her to stay with him by the sea. Where they could be young again, where they could reminisce on times past. But Florentine was a social flower, one which needed to bloom somewhere. She couldn’t be happy with just him… she had to have others in her life. Pan did too, he supposed. So as he turned away from the sea, he sighed whimsically just once, her words floating in his mind. I miss Neverland. He did too, so much he felt at times his heart would burst. He missed the hushed whisper of water against white sand, the distant mermaid songs… the way things were. But nothing was the same anymore, and nothing would be the same.
Sighing, he took in this new place – another temple. It was different from the dawn temple, shrouded with murky shadows and an ethereal sort of fog. Pushing away his gloomy thoughts from before, Pan began to poke around the edges of the rocky spires, drawing the smell of damp clay into his lungs. It was wholly different from the place he’d chosen to make his home, and yet there was something oddly comforting about it. A strange choice, he thought to himself, for the girl of sunshine and flowers. But he could see the charm of this place too.
If Pan had come on a brighter day, he might have been taken with the green fields and the sea cliffs, but his journey had taken longer than expected, and night was beginning to fall in this place. Looking around, he whispered to the impending night. ”Flora? Are you here?” Remembering the goddess of this place, he hurried to add, ”Vespera… it’s me, Pan. I don’t mean any harm. I’m just visiting… from the Dawn Court. Kasil sends his regards.” Hopefully it was okay to address Florentine’s goddess. After all, Pan knew now that there were four gods at Novus. And he knew better than to be disrespectful to any of them, even if he was supposed to follow Oriens above all others.
His mind began to wander as he waited, dwelling on the suggestion that he should consider being a warrior. It wasn’t his path… he knew that. But maybe Flora could teach him more about healing. After all, he liked the idea of helping people. Maybe in time, he could learn to be good at it.
Sighing, he took in this new place – another temple. It was different from the dawn temple, shrouded with murky shadows and an ethereal sort of fog. Pushing away his gloomy thoughts from before, Pan began to poke around the edges of the rocky spires, drawing the smell of damp clay into his lungs. It was wholly different from the place he’d chosen to make his home, and yet there was something oddly comforting about it. A strange choice, he thought to himself, for the girl of sunshine and flowers. But he could see the charm of this place too.
If Pan had come on a brighter day, he might have been taken with the green fields and the sea cliffs, but his journey had taken longer than expected, and night was beginning to fall in this place. Looking around, he whispered to the impending night. ”Flora? Are you here?” Remembering the goddess of this place, he hurried to add, ”Vespera… it’s me, Pan. I don’t mean any harm. I’m just visiting… from the Dawn Court. Kasil sends his regards.” Hopefully it was okay to address Florentine’s goddess. After all, Pan knew now that there were four gods at Novus. And he knew better than to be disrespectful to any of them, even if he was supposed to follow Oriens above all others.
His mind began to wander as he waited, dwelling on the suggestion that he should consider being a warrior. It wasn’t his path… he knew that. But maybe Flora could teach him more about healing. After all, he liked the idea of helping people. Maybe in time, he could learn to be good at it.
Pan
Dawn Court
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