Redhawk Caldera Out on the verge of the rest of our lives

Pantaleimon sat outside in the middle of the night, watching Mother Moon as she watched over Pan and everyone around her. There was a feeling of serenity when Pantaleimon was with Mother Moon, as though everything in her life was as it should be, as though everything was clear to her, even though it was far from clear in reality. Pan stared out at the moon and felt at peace. It was as though that embarrassing thing with Perry hadn't ever happened at all as she sat here; or at least as though it was not as significant as it really was.

With a nostalgic urge to see the oceanside -- and she could visit Reek, while at it -- Pantaleimon frowned thoughtfully as she looked to the sky. She remained silent until she heard the sudden shuffling of paws.

Alerted by the sound, Pantaleimon turned around to see who was near. It sounded like a wolf. It sounded like...

Sounded like paper bag over head time.

Startled, Pantaleimon stood and stared at Peregrine, horror written in her expression. There were probably many things she should say, starting with 'I'm sorry' or 'wow, that last time we met was awkward, huh!', but no words came out. Pan wanted to run away, but she was immobilised, staring helpless as Peregrine headed in her direction.