| The Prodigy
The girl before him saw fit to frown, as if the word he had offered her were somehow misguided and truly his logical mind fails to perceive how or why she is given to be at all dumbfounded by the question he poses, for truthfully it is nothing short of a logical thing. He questions a physical action and indeed he is assured that one of any tangible intelligence would be aware if they had or had not made any sort of calling sound or gesture. For a moment those obsidian eyes, so dark within the glory of his exquisite pelt of copper and gold and given to rest against her own, his own head tilted slightly to one side at the absurdity of her answer and yet truthfully he finds himself unable to truly chastise her for this slip of the tongue. For some reason of unexplainable and illogical bewilderment he finds himself having little desire to correct what may well be perfect. Yet…perfect is not an obtainable quality so why should he be given to believe this word of her.
“I would not have been given to ask where you lived had I followed you from your home now would I?”
He is unaware, truly, of how very uppity he is given to sound, the boy only desiring to correct the girl, gently, in the areas in which he feels she needs improvement although truly aside from her poor language he is hardly given to believe she has any. Perhaps he is in love with her, after all, love, he is sure, is a sort of chemical reaction of a kind, an instinctive response to a stimulus. Maybe this is what love feels like although truly he has been lead to believe for so very much of his life that love is more a choice then a feeling, a decision rather then an implication. Perhaps this isn’t love. Maybe he simply finds her attractive and really, her head is given to be of exceptional size to her small body, the girl compact like himself and he supposes he does find delight in this. Although….he is sure he has never found anyone attractive before, so why her? Why now? These question continue to turn within his brain as he performs his own experiment, noting the sigh and smile upon her lips as he moves away, considering that she is given to look further exceptional when she does such a thing although really, why he should find an extension of facial muscles attractive he cannot say.
The small girl moves to do as he does, leaping from the boulder to land smoothly atop the grass and begin to step back and forward in time with his own motions until both appear to be locked within a bizarre dance of sorts, the boy of gold and copper allowing his own smile to grace his glorious features at the presumed ridiculousness of such actions before she speaks and he is given to halt his testing of this supposed hypothesis, pausing to consider her own with obvious seriousness before his head is given to shake.
“I do not believe so. A sickness cannot be based around a desire for another’s company, that is illogical. I have several theories, the first and most likely, based on what I have been told although never having experienced myself- is that we are probably in love.”
He offers a wolfish shrug of sorts, as if such information is as entirely as assured and scientific as he believes it to be, the golden male pausing once more to ascertain her reaction to this information. His second theory involves some sort of belief of mutual dependence based upon a shared experience, his third and last theory and by far the most ridiculous is based upon the highly questionable science of the imprint or soul mate and Pan is hardly given to such ridiculous notions as that.
“Have you been in love before? Do you have a mate? Have you experienced this feeling?”
Why he finds the presence of a mate within her life so suddenly important he cannot say, the brilliance of his mind fixating for now upon whether or not she is, as they say, single. The girl continued to stare towards him as she had done that day and once more he is given to consider the possibility that she possesses some sort of disorder.
“Do you stare often like that?”
Well, he finds it important to know, after all, he is assured she cannot be perfect, there must be something about her he can fault although truly he lacks evidence to support his claim just yet. Her words cause his mind to return to the present once more as she stumbles and falters until he is neither sure if she has been asked where he comes from, or where he lives, very different things really. He ought to answer both he supposes.
“I am from Indus and Wild Justice, of Trenus, before the Angel Empire, I am the last surviving child of fifteen siblings. I lived within Scotavia previously and then Glorall after the fall. I find myself by common definition…a loner nowadays. Yes I do know Spirane, it is a mountainous pack, as you said. I suppose I’m going to have to move there.”
It was only logical.
Pan
8 years ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Brother to 15 ~ Loner |