 “The sea?” he echoes, casting his memory back until it snags on the event in question. “Oh. With Martin?” He feels something like a pang of sorrow, remembering the other unicorn, who had been conspicuously absent since the Court meeting. Perhaps that was for the best; Charlemagne had a tendency to not get along with warriors, however polite they may be. Instead of lingering on it, he remembers instead the way the pale colt had floated in the swells, hardly visible except for his head. At the time the unicorn had found it unsettling; now, though, having seen Pan interact with others, he glances at the other colt with interest. “How did you learn to swim like that? You were like a seal.” Pan’s laughter is like a balm for Charlemagne, and he’s grateful for it, smiling at the other boy’s response even as he wonders about the gods in question. He had no reason to doubt they were real, but the idea of one appearing to him set his heart to strange thrumming. “I don’t know those you mentioned,” he says thoughtfully, though certainly if he knew who Florentine referred to this conversation would take a rapid turn. “But Florentine is right. I don’t know much about them, but I know Oriens is the god of the Dawn Court, and values wisdom and honesty. Solis is for Day, Vespera is Dusk, and Night is…” he trails off, biting his lip and furrowing his brow for a long moment as he struggled to remember. Eventually he gave up with a shake of his head, and glances sheepishly at Pan. “Well, I can’t recall at the moment. But I don’t know much beyond the names.” But the question itself - and the knowledge that there is an answer, somewhere - is enough to revive Charlemagne’s eagerness to learn, and his green eyes are brighter when they meet the other boy’s. “We could find someone and ask? Or maybe go and call on Oriens ourselves. We’re of his court…do you suppose he’d be more likely to answer?” @Pan |
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