InsaneJournal

Week Fourteen -- Wednesday
Who: Pan and Cricket
Where: The river bank west of the Trading Post
When: Wednesday afternoon
Why: Spring flowers and memories

Pan was happy to be back with his tribe, but he hadn't expected things to feel so...different. It wasn't just the war that had changed things. No, for Pan it was the loss of Gypsy that had changed the face of the River Runners. Things would never feel the same again. Gypsy had been the one person who he'd really taken to. Mostly becuase he felt that she was the only person who'd truly understood him and accepted him for alll of his quirks. He had loved her deeply, as a best friend, and her lost was staggering to him.

The war had mostly gone by unnoticed by Pan. He had no problem with Jed being the leader. They'd been able to make peace enough just before the war started. Now that Gypsy was gone, some things mattered more than they had before. Things like keeping the tribe together, and making sure everyone was safe and fed. Of course, before the war he'd always put in more than his fair share to keep the tribe afloat, but it was all that he focused on anymore.

He'd spent the last few nights at the Outskirts, soliciting himself in exchange for supplies to bring back to his tribe. His bag was pretty full of food and other random things that people had offered. Pan was tired and he felt dirty, so on his way back he stripped and bathed himself in the river. When he had finished, he dressed himself and laid back on the long green grass of the river bank. He hummed softly to himself in a subconcious effort to make himself feel better. It was a lovely Spring day, but he still felt cold under the sun's rays.