The tension that arrived with Kaladin was palpable, and Pan looked awkwardly from one equine to another, waiting to see what would happen. It didn’t take long for Kasil to address the newest arrival, and as he spoke, Pan knew the words were tinged with an authoritative tone. Kasil knew what was best, he figured, but there was still an edge in the air that made the boy feel uncomfortable. Stepping forward to try and soothe the situation, he cleared his throat to change the subject. ”I think maybe I’d like to be a caretaker… I haven’t ever done it before, really… but I like to help people. Maybe you can teach me?”
He grinned at Kaladin, eager at the prospect of learning from someone more experienced than himself. The idea of being a healer was one that spoke to his want for peace and healing. After all, had he known how to heal the broken, maybe the war would have gone a bit better. Had he been able to save his friend, maybe things would have stayed the same. If Tarquin wouldn’t have died, maybe Rook wouldn’t have gone… and maybe his life would still be the same – peaceful by the shores of his Neverland, oblivious to the wars of the world.
Memories drew a sigh from his lips as he looked toward the south, then back at the others. ”Flora told me about a great healer in the Dusk Court… I think her name was Yana. I was gonna go meet her, if you want to come with me? I guess she lives in the swamp.” Thinking of the swamp drew to mind thoughts of alligators and fireflies, and he remembered the place well – for this was the land where he’d first met Rannveig, when he slept among the cattails and dreamed of faraway wonders.
Stepping a few paces away from the gathering, he turned back to see if Kaladin was following. ”Don’t worry Kasil – we’ll tell them to come visit, and that the Dawn Court is the best.” Grinning boyishly to the rest of them, he nodded once, and began the long journey toward the Dusk Court swamp, and his path toward healing. And any who wanted to come were more than welcome to join.
He grinned at Kaladin, eager at the prospect of learning from someone more experienced than himself. The idea of being a healer was one that spoke to his want for peace and healing. After all, had he known how to heal the broken, maybe the war would have gone a bit better. Had he been able to save his friend, maybe things would have stayed the same. If Tarquin wouldn’t have died, maybe Rook wouldn’t have gone… and maybe his life would still be the same – peaceful by the shores of his Neverland, oblivious to the wars of the world.
Memories drew a sigh from his lips as he looked toward the south, then back at the others. ”Flora told me about a great healer in the Dusk Court… I think her name was Yana. I was gonna go meet her, if you want to come with me? I guess she lives in the swamp.” Thinking of the swamp drew to mind thoughts of alligators and fireflies, and he remembered the place well – for this was the land where he’d first met Rannveig, when he slept among the cattails and dreamed of faraway wonders.
Stepping a few paces away from the gathering, he turned back to see if Kaladin was following. ”Don’t worry Kasil – we’ll tell them to come visit, and that the Dawn Court is the best.” Grinning boyishly to the rest of them, he nodded once, and began the long journey toward the Dusk Court swamp, and his path toward healing. And any who wanted to come were more than welcome to join.
Pan
Dawn Court
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