He turned on his cushion to face Pan, tilting the brim of his hat upwards. "It's easier for some then others." A good deal of beer was washed down before Horus spoke again. He gestured with the hand not holding his drink, as if he was flinging his question outward into the woods. "What is a god of protection when there is nothing left to protect?"
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Date: 2010-12-14 10:21 am (UTC)