Pan was drunk from the joy of the Harvest Festival, having eaten far too many pastries and hiccupping through the cider that still tasted of cinnamon on his lips. He found himself napping in the afternoon sun, cold, but happily gluttonous as he slept away the afternoon. At peace, the boy was more relaxed than he’d been in some time, enjoying the last strains of music as the festival began to break down and be put away. He’d miss it, but honestly, his body couldn’t really take more sugar. Yawning and stretching, he rolled to his side and watched from a distance – not that he wouldn’t help break it down, but more than he was relishing in the moment as he waited for direction.
The peace was broken as Coraline came running in, tears streaming down her face and the howl of grief upon her lips.
In a flash, the green boy is to his feet and rushing to her, looking for wounds and wondering if she was hurt. His lips are gentle against her silver coat, roaming over her and feeling her cold and clammy beneath his touch. She was in shock, this much he understood… but she seemed to be in good health. His panicked search for wounding turned to compassion as his lips gentled to a caress, and he nibbled affectionately on her mane.
Only when she seemed to still to a quiet sort of horror, does he question her, his voice childlike and quiet. ”Coraline, is everything alright?” He knew it wasn’t, but needed to elicit the information from his friend, to know more how to handle the situation.
The peace was broken as Coraline came running in, tears streaming down her face and the howl of grief upon her lips.
In a flash, the green boy is to his feet and rushing to her, looking for wounds and wondering if she was hurt. His lips are gentle against her silver coat, roaming over her and feeling her cold and clammy beneath his touch. She was in shock, this much he understood… but she seemed to be in good health. His panicked search for wounding turned to compassion as his lips gentled to a caress, and he nibbled affectionately on her mane.
Only when she seemed to still to a quiet sort of horror, does he question her, his voice childlike and quiet. ”Coraline, is everything alright?” He knew it wasn’t, but needed to elicit the information from his friend, to know more how to handle the situation.
Pan
Dawn Court
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