Candlelight falls over them as the moon rises higher into the night sky. All around them is the liveliness of the festival, people shouting as they offer their wares, musicians playing their tunes. As they step through the tent flap, the sound assaults his ears, and Pan loves it. His grin is wide even as Euryale expresses her knowledge on witches. Pan had never really seen a sea witch. He’d encountered pirates, and mermaids… but witches were another type of lore entirely. The boy was intrigued. As he falls into step beside the pink mare, his gaze flickers back to the toothy sorceress, and his eyes are wide with curiosity.
He nods at her suggestion that they should walk, choosing the side closer to the water. Though his memories were still hazy, there were pieces which were coming back to him now… and one of those pieces blinked before his eyes as they walked. I came from the sea. It is an interesting choice of phrase, allowing Euryale to interpret if in fact the waves had washed himself ashore or if he’d simply lived near the ocean. Either could be the case, he supposed… for little is known of Pan’s origins. In many ways, he’d simply appeared in Neverland one day.
It soothes me… being close to the water. There was just something about the way moonlight shone from the still lake surface, warm and inviting against the cool blue water. The further they move from the festival grounds, the more that the night court fauna comes to life. Crickets chirp, fireflies blink, and deep in the distance there is a lone wolf howling to the solstice moon. There is a peacefulness to their company, and the boy is quiet for a rare moment, listening to the wash of water against the river rock.
Where are you from? he asks rather suddenly, his seafoam green eyes turning toward her with a curiosity and warmth. I don’t have a home… is yours nice?
@Euryale
