Pan could feel the thunder around him, like the pulse of a raging heart high in the sky. It was Oriens, or at least that was what he liked to think, and the boy stared up at the angry sky with a defiant grin. Many had hidden away during the storm, but not the child. The child was playing, stomping in puddles and rolling in the dark mud, only to have the rain wash it away again. He shivered as the budding autumn air stung against his coat, but it wasn’t a bother. For Pan was seldom bothered by anything, let alone a bit of rain.
It poured like great sheets of silver mylar from the heavens, making it hard for the boy to see at times… but he simply slowed his dancing and picked his way a bit more carefully through the meadow. Blinking against the rain, he saw a flash of gold in the distance, perfectly illuminated by the lightning. Intrigued, the scaled boy started to make his way toward the figure – losing her for moments in the dark until the lightning shone on her gilded jewelry once more.
She stood still, like a gladiatorial figurine in the dark, and for a moment, Pan is reminded of the stories of old world fighters he was told as a young child. Perhaps she was a warrior of Oriens, sent from the god of sky himself to protect them. He liked the thought of it, and called to her in the night, the only sound to carry over the thunder. ”Hey… Oriens? For the thought struck him for a moment that perhaps this cloaked creature was indeed, the god of Dawn in the flesh. Growing nearer, the mare’s scent corrected his original thought, but the puzzlement remains on Pan’s face as he offers her a timid sort of smile (for indeed, he found himself a bit intimidated by the huntress).
”Are you a soldier for Oriens? Did he send you to us?” It was quite a romantic idea to find himself in the company of one who seemed so favored by the gods, and he wanted to hear everything the herald had to share about their mysterious deity.
ooc: apologies for Pan’s ignorance – he saw the red cape and assumed she was a godly creature – feel free to be like “wtf?” @Forseti
It poured like great sheets of silver mylar from the heavens, making it hard for the boy to see at times… but he simply slowed his dancing and picked his way a bit more carefully through the meadow. Blinking against the rain, he saw a flash of gold in the distance, perfectly illuminated by the lightning. Intrigued, the scaled boy started to make his way toward the figure – losing her for moments in the dark until the lightning shone on her gilded jewelry once more.
She stood still, like a gladiatorial figurine in the dark, and for a moment, Pan is reminded of the stories of old world fighters he was told as a young child. Perhaps she was a warrior of Oriens, sent from the god of sky himself to protect them. He liked the thought of it, and called to her in the night, the only sound to carry over the thunder. ”Hey… Oriens? For the thought struck him for a moment that perhaps this cloaked creature was indeed, the god of Dawn in the flesh. Growing nearer, the mare’s scent corrected his original thought, but the puzzlement remains on Pan’s face as he offers her a timid sort of smile (for indeed, he found himself a bit intimidated by the huntress).
”Are you a soldier for Oriens? Did he send you to us?” It was quite a romantic idea to find himself in the company of one who seemed so favored by the gods, and he wanted to hear everything the herald had to share about their mysterious deity.
ooc: apologies for Pan’s ignorance – he saw the red cape and assumed she was a godly creature – feel free to be like “wtf?” @Forseti
Pan
Dawn Court
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