Resting Aglitter

Of course Pan does not skip alone. She is there, aglow and aglitter, more aware than He of what Her presence does. She does not deny that spontaneous fires burn to catch Her blessing for another fruitful turning, that many a prediction falls before Her grace. She holds the scissors, knowing when to snip and when to fortify...She holds the controls in the slip of Her being...that which calls Her children forth...

But because She is She, the scheme was rewritten that female equals downfall, despair, and death. Not Death the wooing lover, but Death the Grim scythe bearing ender to fun.

And so She rests in transit for the few and far between students stumbling upon Her gifts.