He remembers Selene, for one with a mind so brilliant and beautiful is rarely given to forget anything of importance and quite often, even those things seemingly rendered unimportant are retained within the sponge that is the mind of Moladion’s prodigy. He had been younger upon his meeting with the daughter of Doe, no more than a yearling, gangly and unstable on limbs to long for his body and yet he had clung to the side of the cream wolfess at the sight of her children. He feared them even still to this day, his mind entirely unable to comprehend these wolves of his own age, recoiling from them and their sneers and stares. He had grown to expect it, learned to fear it and the shame they brought when he could not understand their games of chasing and roughing. Pan simply saw no need, no point, he had mastered the ability to use his weight to maximum effectiveness at six months old, he didn’t need to practice and train and yet it seemed these children did just that- constantly. His inability to relate had outcast him to all but Seven, Bahamut and eventually, Salem. Yet he still remembered Selene and he still remembered, years ago- that she smiled, that she didn’t call him names or stare or point out his difference and in that way, Pan is forgiving, he is a gentle creature at heart- often misunderstood in his intentions, yet he remembers Selene and though her gender makes him nervous, though he will always be wary of anything female he cannot say he dislikes her, not at all. She is young, she is Weylin’s, she is Queen and yet she is just Selene to Pan. Selene- who did not laugh.

He grins with blinding beauty as they pause beside his creation, features glowing with all the tones of the sun and beaten copper that marked his pelt as he stood proudly before his driftwood bridge, awaiting the inspection of his pack mate and Queen. After all, as far as Pan is concerned, only a Monarch can truly open a bridge and thusly it is fitting not only that Selene is of an acceptable size to test his new creation, but that her position ensures she is also of the correct social standing to grant access by all to his bridge- should she find it acceptable. After all, pan does everything officially and legally. He paused in his monologue, obsidian eyes resting on the lanky female beside him, waiting for confirmation that she had understood him. He is often given to forget that others do not poses minds of such abundant brilliance, that they, while intelligent are not designed in the same way as himself. She giggled as she nodded, his gorgeous features beaming once more with youthful exuberance. The boy has grown to look so very much like his Mother in appearance and build, yet the grace of Indus rests in his easy grin and fine features, these obvious traits shared so strongly between himself and Seven. His lips parted, prepared to give her instructions for her immanent crossing when she spoke once more, his head tilting to one side in contemplation as he sat before her, tail flicking in a wave. Her tone was kind and gentle, yet her words blended and blurred in such a rush that Pan felt both his eyes lift in surprise. He finds her tone to be nervous and unsure, as if she fears some kind of rejection of friendship from the boy who struggles to maintain even basic conversation with others due to either his own insecurity or their inability to interact of his level. What a fascinating tone. He blinked suddenly, seeming to recall that she had posed a question, lips pulling into a smirk as he stood, one paw reaching out to rearrange his bridge slightly as he spoke, eyes focused on his work. After all, she is still a girl and girls are hard to talk to.

“Well, My Lady, I cannot say I am seeing a reason to reject your offer of friendship. I find myself often lacking this basic requirement of socialisation myself and really I do not believe myself to be in a position with which I am so overwrought with friends that I would reject the offer of new ones.”

He chuckled, light and soft and beautiful in the summer air at his attempt at sarcasm as he regarded her again, obsidian eyes meeting her own.

“What I mean to say is yes. I will be your friend, I find this a suitable arrangement. Done.”

He grinned again before stepping back, gesturing to his creation as he waited for Selene to step forward and test it, ebony eyes flicking from water to bridge and back again, seeking movement, watching with such utter concentration he almost didn’t hear her speak, head lifting once more as he frowned at her words.

“My Lady, I assure you I have studied your figure meticulously and you are a perfectly formed wolfess of exceptional quality with exquisite natural form and I have taken into account the thickness of your fur, I assure you. I have taken everything into account and really I do not find it possible that you will break my bridge unless you see fit to launch yourself at it with reckless abandon. In other words just don’t jump. Go head now, please.”

He nodded, features beaming as the handsome young male spoke, unaware of exactly how...flattering his words had been, or that he had seemingly implied he spent long amounts of time observing her figure. It is not truly as it sounds, yet Pan is once more unaware of these social conventions, speaking honestly, helpfully and with nothing but good intention. Selene stepped forward as Pan made his way back towards the bridge, positioning himself beside it, ready to study the exact reaction of his structure to her weight when another appeared, his golden head and dark eyes lifting before he bounded up onto the bank once more in a flurry of blonde and sun, moving in an odd manner a moment, staring at the black wolfess before abruptly seating himself against the earth, having placed his form directly in what would be her line of sight, were she capable of such a thing. He does it every time, he cannot help himself, twisting and moving so that Jaye speaks towards him directly each time in some odd form of courtesy. He flashed another grin at Selene as she spoke before turning back towards Jaye.

“This Selene, is Jaye, Mate of Bahamut and Soul of one of The Three who led us from Moladion the night the sky fell, Dude.”

He included nothing of her blindness, aware that her comment to Selene truly made no sense, given her lack of sight, yet out of politeness chose to ignore this incorrect fragment of speech.

“Jaye, this is Selene, Soul of Weylin and my friend. Lady Jaye I assure you that I am up to nothing, in fact, I am more down then up in the metaphorical sense and according to Selene, who is also down.”

Another grin.

“What I mean to say is, my attention today has been focused in a downward position, for I have constructed a bridge to make the crossing of this river a task more simple for the old and invalid. Selene has agreed to test it for me, though of course, I would love for you to examine my creation as well, it was designed for those such as yourself after all.”

Well, he thought he was being polite.


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