- furby. | pan | male
xxxhis lips tremble as a strangled sob escapes them.
xxxhis grip tightens around the glass cloud that hangs from his necklace.
xxxthunder roars in the distance as dark clouds fill the once sunny sky.
xxxxxxxxmoodboard
- xxx i.
pan knows a lot about himself. he isn't strong. he isn't good with fauna or flora. he can't blow glass. he isn't passionate about anything really—as he heard his previous foster gossip to a friend—magic much less so. he only really decided to actively partake in training to become a full fledged witch so he wouldn't get left behind. it only made sense he hasn't found his item, his wand, his grimore, his well, anything really, that'll grant him the use of magic.
so far, he's been indifferent to it. he'll find his niche when he finds it. when the times right, his item will miraculously appear and he will save the day. however the clocks ticking and pan can't help the dread that fills him when he sees his siblings, his peers, advancing and he's stuck in beginning searching for an item he isn't sure exists.
he's thought about explaining to wish. explaining his thoughts, his fears, the fact that he's sorry he'll never be able to be the witch that she's sure he can be. how can he when he can't even find the tool that will allow him to do that?
he can picture the conversation in his mind, how she'll tell him that being a witch isn't all about magic and that there are plenty like him, who don't have items, who aren't users and make their own magic through what the earth provides. but he doesn't want to be like them. to be isolated from a majority of the community. to be given pitied looks by his peers, his neighbors, everyone.
so he doesn't voice his fears. he keeps them locked up in the pit that's been hollowed in his stomach and he goes through the day half heartly playing around with the items wish gives him to try, even though he's certain his doesn't exist.
- xxxii.
pan dreams at night of a world above the clouds, where men and woman wrapped in pastels greet him. they feed him the pinkest of cotton and craft pearl white statues in his honor. he stays with them and lives with them until, eventually he sits upon a swing made of flowers and they sink him down back to his bed and he wakes up to yet another peaceful day.
this peaceful day however, he finds himself out of wish's garden and in the center of town, at a pop-up carnival. his mentor decided a day out would be good on all of them, and so here they were, navigating a sea of witches and mundane through the crowded square.
they each get a set limit of money that they can spend on whatever they like and wish lets them go off to do their own things. pan spends his as any other kid would: on games. more specifically on a ring toss, and while his aim isn't that good, he miraculously ends up getting all the rings on the symmetrically placed bottles (and due to the stunned look on the carny's face, pan guesses that a witch had involvement in that). his prize is a small cloth frog with glass eyes, a prize he had his eye on since arrival. he places it in his bag for safety and takes off to find his mentor.
it isn't until the walk home he hears the small croaks and by the time he's opened his bag, the frog's jumped on his head. his peers laugh at that and when he turns to wish, she gives him a smile that sends his heart racing. finally he's found his item.
"it's a familiar. sometime witches throw them in with the toys."
her statement sends his mind spinning. a familiar? he picks the frog up from his head and looks at it. it's skin is smooth and slightly slimey, unlike the fabricy texture it was before. it's eyes were still the same shiny glass as he before and he saw his reflection in them. he could hear his siblings exclaim their jealously and wishes for a familiar and wish's familiar ring about how they will find one someday.
pan couldn't help smile. things were looking up for him.
- xxxiii.
a month passed. hopalong, the name of pan's familiar, became his best friend. the frog would disappear n then show up, a piece of candy wrapped up in its tongue. gross as it was, pan savored the candy because his frog nabbed it just for him.
he was no where closer to finding his object, however he didn't find himself as upset over it as he was. he had a familiar, none of his siblings did. he was content sitting out in the garden, hopalong on his shoulder, as he watched the clouds shift through the sky. he still took his lessons, still tried out every object wish presented in front him, in hopes that one would be able to work. then he'd be a full witch: familiar, magic, and all.
