It is the music that draws the boy in. In his short (albeit memorable) lifetime, he’d heard singing and birdsong before, but never and instrument. Drawn forth like a rat to the piper, he let himself be guided by the banjo strums, peeking from behind a tree to watch the gold and cream stallion plucking chords with his mind. It was a curious thing, but Pan immediately wanted to know more about the strange music and the magic that Iliad seemed to possess. Perhaps he could teach the boy how to create a song of his own? Opening his mouth to speak, he almost gets the question off, but then, the stranger is diving into the blue water.
Even better.
The scaled boy is born to be in the water, and his grin widens from ear to ear as he abandons the shade of his trees in favor of the water of the river, splashing as he trotted into the surge and called to the stranger. Hey, can I join you? Nevermind that he didn’t even wait for a response before paddling toward Iliad, turning onto his back to float with his belly toward the autumn sun. This was the life – relaxing in the water with the company of someone interesting. For a moment, the usually chatty boy is strangely quiet as he allows the water to comfort them both, but eventually his nosiness is too much to bear, and he flips over in an ungraceful motion, interrupting the peace with a barrage of questions.
Who are you? Do you live here too? I’m Pan, by the way… and you’re a good swimmer too – that’s important… Kasil says the river is dangerous. Though, he’d yet to figure out why the sovereign was so cautious about the river. Seemed pretty calm to him (or perhaps he was a strong enough swimmer to brave the current). Wide eyed and eager to make a new friend, the scaled boy watches Iliad expectantly for a response.
Even better.
The scaled boy is born to be in the water, and his grin widens from ear to ear as he abandons the shade of his trees in favor of the water of the river, splashing as he trotted into the surge and called to the stranger. Hey, can I join you? Nevermind that he didn’t even wait for a response before paddling toward Iliad, turning onto his back to float with his belly toward the autumn sun. This was the life – relaxing in the water with the company of someone interesting. For a moment, the usually chatty boy is strangely quiet as he allows the water to comfort them both, but eventually his nosiness is too much to bear, and he flips over in an ungraceful motion, interrupting the peace with a barrage of questions.
Who are you? Do you live here too? I’m Pan, by the way… and you’re a good swimmer too – that’s important… Kasil says the river is dangerous. Though, he’d yet to figure out why the sovereign was so cautious about the river. Seemed pretty calm to him (or perhaps he was a strong enough swimmer to brave the current). Wide eyed and eager to make a new friend, the scaled boy watches Iliad expectantly for a response.
Pan
Dawn Court
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