St. Boethius
The Pious Philosopher
Pan nodded, " Be safe Jasmine." The wild God told his companion as he watched her go over to the Colony. He knew she would be fine, not because of his presence, but because of her own abilities. She was about as willful as a human that was for sure. Sometimes he wished she wasn't, but it was part of her charm.
Pan gestured to the wolves, and they all took a much more relaxed posture. They would milk about around him, but wouldn't travel too far away.
The roots had completed a vast network underneath the colony at this point. Hiding under the earth they would serve as Pans ears within the colony, connecting to any plant already present in the colony and turning it into his listening device.
Pan himself yawned and began to play on his pipes. This time he infused his power into the folky song he played. It wasn't much as he didn't want anything drastic to happen immediately. Just enough to screw with those in ear shot.
Pan gestured to the wolves, and they all took a much more relaxed posture. They would milk about around him, but wouldn't travel too far away.
The roots had completed a vast network underneath the colony at this point. Hiding under the earth they would serve as Pans ears within the colony, connecting to any plant already present in the colony and turning it into his listening device.
Pan himself yawned and began to play on his pipes. This time he infused his power into the folky song he played. It wasn't much as he didn't want anything drastic to happen immediately. Just enough to screw with those in ear shot.