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It's too quiet lately, and Pan felt like making things more lively. Also, he was a little bored, and this was a very dangerous thing to be. Though, people can breathe a sigh of relief since the faun was wearing a goatskin skirt to ah cover up. He had some Atlantean where he sat at the bar and has just discovered the squiopera on the bar's TV. All those tentacles gave him some fun ideas, and it's a cute show to boot.

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"More than a faun -- your hills, so you're one that would have been worshipped in the lands of Italy, of old," Teja says, amazed. "More than a faun -- you are Faunus, then! Pan, as the Greeks would call you."

A smile, and little bow back.

"Exactly. I usually go by Pan, but call me however you like." That said with a touch of a leer.

"Another Greek god," Teja says, nodding. "I am friends with Eirene and Demeter and the Gorgon, Medusa; I have met Ouranos, also -- and now Pan!"

He shrugs, somewhat amused.

"That is what I shall call you, then; all he others are named in Greek, also."

He nodded, and lounged in his seat, "I know them all very well. Though great-granddad? Hoooo, really uptight, but can't blame him really. Storms aren't enough of a tension reliever."

That and he suspects sooome envy. Maybe a little?

"I think he has that, beyond storms," Teja says, trying to keep his face straight -- he will not gossip about Greek deities.

So truly not!

Oh no? Aww, what a pity.

"Oh heard here and there he's got a mortal. Always better."

Sly grin at him, "You wouldn't say neeeeeigh to that wouldn't you?"

"He has, indeed," Teja says, refraining from mentioning the ring Ouranos would commission -- when they start giving rings to each other, things get serious. But that is not Teja's secret to spill. Even a smith must be discreet, at times.

"I would not what -- why should I neigh like..."

When he was a centaur -- Pan had seen him, then? With Tonio, even?

"Good for him, and about time for him. Artemis is good at the celibacy, but most aren't."

Pan gave a loud bleating laugh that rippled throughout the bar at Teja's reaction.

In a more conversational voice a few minutes later, he grinned, "It was an excellent story from that tree you were on, don't worry I keep many secrets. Glad you two enjoyed yourselves." And it related to worship, something always approving.

"The trees tell you things?" Teja says. "They would speak, say, about a centaur and a siren..."

He is not certain he likes that. Not truly.-

"Oh not just that, the woods are a pleasurable place to so many, and I think that should be encouraged. It's fun to let go and be free isn't it?"

He picked up his flute and started to play a song with notes of encouragement here and there.

"It is," Teja admits. "I can be freer in this place, which serves as my afterlife, than I was ever in life when I crossed your hills on the business of my people, always in haste."

Pause.

"And the trees here have given me shelter, also, some time ago, when I was sad and wished not for the company of men or, indeed, any speaking creature."

A pause in his playing as Pan commented, "They're excellent for that too, and I hope you still use them as such. The woods and hills are always welcome."