Smugglers. Pirates. Same thing. The thought of them brought a warm sense of glee to Pan, and he made a mental note to find out more. It was clear from his words that Asterion didn’t want to share the details about such things… but he’d find a way to learn about the smugglers. Maybe Flora would tell him – after all, they had apparently been quite close once. He puzzles over the stories she shared… a thimble, Egg? None of it rang a bell, but he had to wonder if these things had come to him before in a dream. His memories were closer than ever now, and already he’d begun to remember a few things. In time, the rest would come.
He smiled, preening as a bird might when Asterion compliments him on his explorations. There was no higher praise for the adventurer than being recognized for his quest for knowledge. The first time he’d come to Novus, there had been no path which neatly fit Pan’s personality… but now, he was a gatherer. Nothing could be more suitable for the boy with more treasures than he could count, and a thirst to collect more. He ponders Asterion’s question for a moment, before deciding that he could trust the male with his intentions in Novus.
Saying nothing, Pan drew a thick tome from his satchel, spreading it gingerly onto the grass and flipping through the pages. Inside was a combination of crude notes and drawings. The book didn’t seem categorized well, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was filled with information on plants.
Though Pan couldn’t know where the book had come from, he’d found it in his cave and poured over the words by candlelight late into the night. It had taught him some about the courts here, and mentioned many of the names which others had shared with him… names of the lands, of the gods. While it wasn’t necessarily the answers he wanted from his past, it was a pastime which could keep the scaled boy occupied as he learned about this place.
@Asterion (we can wrap this up now - feel free to post a closing post/send Pan off and I'll close it out
