AT LEAST WHEN SPRING COMES THEY ROAR BACK AGAIN
Despite being born and raised in Novus, Oliver had never ventured as far as the Day Court. Well, at least not alone. The solitude of the journey was something he found unnerving, despite sticking strictly to the astral direction given to him by a Delumine citizen known for trading with Solterra. As it were, Oliver had been wandering for quite some time. His journey had begun the previous night—it was safer, they said, to navigate the desert by stars—before he had realised, quite woefully, he had never navigated by the stars before.
Oliver is traversing through the seven stages of grief by the time he sees a silhouette on the horizon. He figures he is fully committed to the first stage, shock or disbelief when he jumps abruptly to acceptance and hope. First, Oliver finds it extremely difficult to believe himself truly lost and second he is quite certain the silhouette in the distance is a horse and not a mirage.
Too optimistic to conserve resources, Oliver begins to trot in the direction of the dark shape. He is more than relieved as he nears that details become clearer rather than vaguer, so that he identifies the stranger as a white horse gleaming with green scales. Before Oliver has a chance to speak, the other has already spoken—
Hello! I don’t mean any harm…
Oliver is brandishing a wide grin as he nears. “Thank Oriens for that, eh? Or—sorry—Solis. Whoever strikes your fancy, I mean.” Once he begins talking—perhaps out of relief, or simply because he hasn’t seen another horse since leaving Delumine—he cannot stop. “I was travelling to Solterra for their Autumn Fest, thinking they could use a musician or two, and… well, one thing lead to another, and I made a bet I could make it without a navigator—long story short, I’d be dead if I hadn’t found you!”
Yes, Oliver had certainly always been a man of extremes. He laughs aloud, and immediately begins another train of thought. “I’m Oliver, by the way, a performer from Delumine—some say a prodigy, but y’know—and anyways, who are you? And who’s your Bonded? I’ve never seen a critter like that before.” It never occurs to him that, perhaps, Pan does mean him harm. But such is the life of Oliver.
@Pan || "Speech" || we are way overdue for a thread! I've always loved Pan so much <3
