Pan decided he liked this place, and more, that he liked the sovereign. Kings who thought themselves high and mighty were not his style, but there was something personable and warm about Kasil that drew him closer. The boy was a creature that gave of himself freely, and without reservation. This loyalty would serve the Dawn Court well – for though he was a creature born to roam and travel, he would always come back to this place, now that he decided it was home. Perhaps they would find the best use of Pan and his skills, and put the boy to work for Delumine. This was his hope, for the child wanted nothing more than to be a productive member of his new home.
He visibly relaxed when no punishment came for his worship of Solis, deciding that the freedom to worship made him like the ideals of this place even more. He wouldn’t do well in a place with rigid structure, and made a mental note to seek out Oriens and learn more about what the god of the Dawn was like. Maybe Charlemagne would teach him… after all, the silver unicorn was a sage and probably knew way more about these things than the green scaled boy could find out on his own. Maybe there were books that told of this lore. Pan needed the reading practice, since his reading level was average, at best.
He grinned thinking of Rannveig, offering a nod of assurance to the king. ”Flora didn’t show me Rannveig, she found me all on her own. I was sleeping in the swamp, and she came in the night and kept me warm. She watched over me, like some sort of guardian angel.” And again, he was grateful for it. Pan didn’t really expect that things could harm him, and approached life with a bit of a laissez faire attitude, but it didn’t hurt to have strong allies on his side.
”I will tell them about Delmine, and to come and visit. It’s good to have new friends.” He offered the last bit with a grin. ”And, I’m going to learn to heal… see if that’s something I can do here with the herd. I think it’s maybe a better job for me than being a warrior. Between us, I don’t know that I’m really cut out for fighting, but I’ll practice that too.”
With that, the scaled boy turned toward the south, looking back to offer Kasil one more reassuring grin, before beginning his journey of self discovery – with hope and adventure in his chest.
He visibly relaxed when no punishment came for his worship of Solis, deciding that the freedom to worship made him like the ideals of this place even more. He wouldn’t do well in a place with rigid structure, and made a mental note to seek out Oriens and learn more about what the god of the Dawn was like. Maybe Charlemagne would teach him… after all, the silver unicorn was a sage and probably knew way more about these things than the green scaled boy could find out on his own. Maybe there were books that told of this lore. Pan needed the reading practice, since his reading level was average, at best.
He grinned thinking of Rannveig, offering a nod of assurance to the king. ”Flora didn’t show me Rannveig, she found me all on her own. I was sleeping in the swamp, and she came in the night and kept me warm. She watched over me, like some sort of guardian angel.” And again, he was grateful for it. Pan didn’t really expect that things could harm him, and approached life with a bit of a laissez faire attitude, but it didn’t hurt to have strong allies on his side.
”I will tell them about Delmine, and to come and visit. It’s good to have new friends.” He offered the last bit with a grin. ”And, I’m going to learn to heal… see if that’s something I can do here with the herd. I think it’s maybe a better job for me than being a warrior. Between us, I don’t know that I’m really cut out for fighting, but I’ll practice that too.”
With that, the scaled boy turned toward the south, looking back to offer Kasil one more reassuring grin, before beginning his journey of self discovery – with hope and adventure in his chest.
Pan
Dawn Court
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