Pan loved the morning – the stillness of it and the way the sun seemed to paint the world with a wash of gold. He shivered in the crisp autumn air, not so much because it was cold, but it was colder than the fair-weathered boy was used to. He was a creature born for the seashore, used to basking belly up in the warm sand while listening to the breaking waves that washed against the rocks and the cackling cry of seagulls. Since Novus had no beach-front property to speak of, the boy had found his way here, and began to make a home for himself… and now, the Dawn Court had become his playground.
He dodged between the trees, laughing at the butterflies and pretending they were fairies. Autumn leaves danced around him, swirling in a rainbow of colors, and the unmistakable scent of autumnal spices began to waft from the festival grounds toward him. His stomach grumbled in response, remembering the sugar that he’d eaten until he’d had to curl up to take a nap, and to push away the pain (but it was all so good!) Making a note to stay away from the pastries today, he purposely veered away from the festival and toward the cliffs, looking for another adventure to quench his appetite for curious things.
She stood on the horizon, a strange creature – a beautiful creature, and immediately Pan’s attention was caught by her. For a moment, he has to wonder if she’s real, or some warrior-ess from his fairytale books. He has a fleeting thought of an Amazon warrior, but pushes the thought away as he creeps toward her, whickering quietly so as not to scare her away. Only once the boy is mere paces from the newcomer does he clear his throat to speak, wondering who she was, and why she had come to the Dawn Court.
Hello? The child’s voice is not timid, but is almost reverent as he wonders about the mare. What’s your name? Are you new here? I like your paint… And indeed, he did – for Pan had never witnessed such a thing, and he had to wonder what the colorful patterns meant.
He dodged between the trees, laughing at the butterflies and pretending they were fairies. Autumn leaves danced around him, swirling in a rainbow of colors, and the unmistakable scent of autumnal spices began to waft from the festival grounds toward him. His stomach grumbled in response, remembering the sugar that he’d eaten until he’d had to curl up to take a nap, and to push away the pain (but it was all so good!) Making a note to stay away from the pastries today, he purposely veered away from the festival and toward the cliffs, looking for another adventure to quench his appetite for curious things.
She stood on the horizon, a strange creature – a beautiful creature, and immediately Pan’s attention was caught by her. For a moment, he has to wonder if she’s real, or some warrior-ess from his fairytale books. He has a fleeting thought of an Amazon warrior, but pushes the thought away as he creeps toward her, whickering quietly so as not to scare her away. Only once the boy is mere paces from the newcomer does he clear his throat to speak, wondering who she was, and why she had come to the Dawn Court.
Hello? The child’s voice is not timid, but is almost reverent as he wonders about the mare. What’s your name? Are you new here? I like your paint… And indeed, he did – for Pan had never witnessed such a thing, and he had to wonder what the colorful patterns meant.
Pan
Dawn Court
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