This was more work that he usually bothered to put in, Pan thought, especially here, at home, but everything was set.


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They materialize in Arcadia, deep in Arcadia, in the heavy forests, and Pan tips his head back to survey the canopy of stars, the thick trees, the velvety grass underfoot - it's not Olympus, but it's home - before looking back at his cousin with eyes purely full of intent.

"More to your liking?"