The scaled boy and his otter walk along familiar and cobbled streets, pleased to be back in the land of entertainers and bards once more. A lifetime ago, he had been in this place – he had met the queen and her dragon, listened to her stories and walked the halls of her palace. He’d witnessed terrible things here too – war and sadness, and like the queen who’d sailed away, Pan had left this place for a time too – lost to the magic of the strange island that swallowed him whole. Now though, he was back, and happier than ever to be celebrating the birth of summer as he walked along the gaily-lit streets and danced to the music in the air.
Drunk off the allure of the festival, he stumbled with flushed cheeks from tents which offered pastries and grog, hiccupping as the warm punch settled in his belly and a foolish grin settled on his face. Past the dancers he wandered, and past the merchants too, until he found himself under a banner-strewn arch staring down a gap toothed carnie who handed him a scrap of paper with a crudely written clue.
Blinking as he wondered about the puzzle, the boy is off on an adventure once more, flicking a glance at another to his left, unable to make out their form completely in the darkness. Hello? the boy questioned to the stranger, Do you want to play too? Oliver and I were just about to go look for the treasure… you’re welcome to join us – the more the merrier! He smiles warmly as he waits to begin his scavenger hunt, welcoming the help of another in the spirit of camaraderie and sharing. After all, festivals were the perfect place to make new friends (or reunite with old), and the boy was starving for companionship after his many months in isolation.
@Katherine, @Griffin
