“No, no, no.”

He stepped back, that glorious golden boy of the river, obsidian eyes once more focused on the collection of wood and rock that rested before his sodden paws as the sun gleamed down and lit his pelt into shades of copper, bronze and beautiful gold. The broad, powerful young male sat himself abruptly upon the bank, head tilting slightly as his clever mind already began to shift and wave. It has been two years since Scotavia had been taken away, since he and Seven and Salem, his pack, had fled that land and followed his brother Weylin to this place. After all, Pan had no one except them. Indus and Justice were gone, all his family, his many brothers and sisters, all but Seven, so, so tall and Salem so white and strange along with his adopted family, Weylin, Jehu, Finlay and Bedwyr. They were all taken from him in a way even his mind, so brilliant, so different and unique cannot understand- not fully. He knew only that they were gone, that the sky itself did not fall as so many believed, more so- a part of it, but how, why and from where teased and tortured the prodigy day and night until he had forced himself to focus on other tasks. The first of which had been to discover the ability of a variety of objects to float and their uses and strengths when given the task of building and sustaining an immovable structure. A bridge. The boy is building a bridge between the mainland and Selene’s island. Of course, most would surely look upon the tall, handsome warrior-of-a-male with blank looks and confusion, most wolves had viewed the boy genius this way since the day of his birth and he has become used to it, learned that he will never be as they are and that indeed it is often easier to smile and keep silent instead of attempting to educate those who are clearly determined to remain ignorant. They do not understand like Salem and Seven and Weylin. They do not understand that Pan is different.......he does not belong to this world. He never will. He is beyond it.

Frowning, the golden male tilted his head once more, one long limb reaching out to paw at the water-logged branch he had been using as a base, muzzle dipping into the water to drag it back to the shore, studying his set-up once more before lifting the branch again, a comical sight to be sure, before placing it on the other side, directly in front of the flow, grinning with an easy and ready handsomeness that flashed each white fang as the branch rested against his piled flat stones. Excellent. His tail waved as he turned, loping away from the bridge and back towards his collection of driftwood, each piled neatly in accordance to size before selecting yet another piece. The bridge was certainly stable, yet he doubted his strength. The water went no higher than halfway up his long limbs in this moment, yet should it rain, should a flood of water come from the ravine in Diveen and his hard work may well be washed away. No. It must be structurally secure. Dragging back another entangled and paled branch, the gorgeous young male placed it within the water, twisting it amongst his stones and branches until he stepped back once more to admire his work, a stone bridge, now supported either side by driftwood, yet still allowing a good flow of water. Content with himself and assured of his calculations the golden male, still a year off his full and impressive adult structure moved back to the bank, prepared to walk across it for the first time and indeed official open Pan Bridge, for surely it should be named after himself, when he spied the white, gold and dark form of Selne.

He paused, eyes of obsidian resting against her as she came forward to drink from the water, features frowning a moment as his mind twisted and cavorted with delicate imagination around her. She was the Princess of his stories, the Queen to his King in Weylin and yet still he did not understand his brothers obsession with this girl. Pan does not dislike females, though he mistrusts them. Bahamut had instilled within his adopted son a wariness that he could not dispel of the finer sex and though he has not voiced his concerns to Weylin, he feels his brother is...infatuated with this younger girl and Pan cannot comprehend, scientifically, how this has occurred. Emotional matters, social etiquette....these do not hold near as much sway as science. Yet he is good natured by design, gentle and calm when one sees through his apparent obnoxiousness and arrogance. He only ever wants to help and indeed it is that inbuilt desire for approval, to help, that sees him call out to the girl, lunging over the river in a single bound (thus ruining the need for a bridge although really who is going to tell him that, it was more for the children anyway) to land atop the sand and soil. He has been given a role, a job, a place and truly Pan is determined to perform this task to his upmost ability. To be needed, to have a use is all he desires and indeed he is convinced assisting the less capable from crossing between island and mainland is a required ability.

“Selene, excellent! I find myself in a state of utter bliss at your presence. Please, come and see what I have created.”

He grinned, easy and beautifully towards her before turning, waiting for her to fall in line as he led her back to his bridge, taking a seat beside it to grin once more.

“I have taken it upon myself to re-organise the wood and stone of this area into a passage that sustains and facilitates travel from one area of land to another. Indeed it may appear a little rough from an aesthetic point of view, yet it has been designed with children and the infirm in mind while allowing for water to maintain a suitable flow. Of course, it does require testing and I was wondering, indeed, if it were not too much trouble- if you would mind walking across it? After all, I would go first but I find it more appropriate for one of lighter weight to test it first, then I can calculate the need for reinforcements upon the structure and I- oh.”

He paused, unaware he had lunged into his often used monologues, black eyes returning to her own, remembering at last that he had surely confused the girl as he did so many others.

“It’s...well...it’s a bridge, you do know that don’t you?”


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