Satyrs might not have crazy magic but they seemed to have an endless supply of stamina. Couple that with Pan's easily excitable nature and the fact that satyrs seemed grow to a bit faster than "normal" children and you get the perfect mix for maximum chaos. Dark Pit and Phosphora were learning that the hard way. After just three days Pan was able to walk just fine and run around without many problems. Viridi had gone back to her usual work and thus didn't have much time to take care of him. Instead Dark Pit and Phosphora were handling that task, but mostly Dark Pit since while Phosphora loved her nephew dearly, she wasn't the best at looking after children. "Pan! Come back here!" Dark Pit took off in flight and flew after the small fan running through the head high grass, giggling wildly. Loosely around Dark Pit's neck hang a small, flower-like necklace which looked almost exactly like Viridi's that allowed him to fly by himself. It might not be as good as the true Power of Flight since it only lasted for three minutes and took way longer to regain said power but it was better than not flying at all. The angel flapped his wings harder but Pan seemed to get faster too. How can an infant be so fast?, he asked himself. Viridi's garden was huge and grass and flowers were growing everywhere. It was surrounded by large trees, some of them with fresh and huge fruit like apples and pears. Pan ran towards such a large tree and just seconds before it, he hit the hook and ran in another direction. Dark Pit however was not as agile and flew right into the tree with a loud bang. He grumbled and held his nose. Blood was not coming out of it but it still burned like all hell. Pan laughed, jumped from one hoof to the other as the angel looked up. "Come on, aren't you at least a little bit tired?" The satyr seemed to see this as this as a challenge to keep on running around. With a short huff Dark Pit ran after him. They ran in circles and Dark Pit started to sweat. "How come I can fight against gods no problem, but can't catch a human-goat-infant?" He hissed under his breath. Then Pan fell over a small root, landing on his face. Dark Pit smiled and grabbed him: "Gotcha!" His voice was quiet so nobody but Pan would hear him. Pan flailed his arms and kicked wildly but the angel held him firmly. "Now let's get you to bed." The satyr huffed angrily. Dark Pit stepped back into the palace, not caring how dirty both of them were.

On their way to Viridi's room, they met the owner of said room who smiled. Pan giggled and stretched his hands out towards his mother. Viridi stepped closer and nuzzled the infant lovingly: "The milk is in the upper right drawer. You just need to warm it up a bit." She said. "What? Aren't you going to feed him?" Dark Pit hid his confusion and surprise at that as well as he did every emotion except anger and annoyance. "I don't have time right now. So you have to do it." With that the Goddess of Nature continued on her path to one of the lower rooms, leaving the angel. He looked down at the baby looking after Viridi. She didn't really have time for him in general since Arlon allowed her to work again. She was always busy with one thing or another. Dark Pit couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. On the one hand it gave him more time to play with Pan but on the other Viridi was still Pan's mother and he noticed how sad he got when she just gave him a quick pat or nuzzle and then left. Just like she had done just mere seconds before. He fed Pan a fresh bottle of warm milk and he himself ate a small apple even though it was anything but easy to eat while holding both a baby and a bottle in his arms. Then he put Pan into his crib so he could nap in peace. The infant – thankfully – seemed to be satisfied with the back feather he ripped Dark Pit out when he calmed the infant down the first time and fell asleep fast.

The angel quietly closed the door and walked down to patrol around the palace. This couldn't be going on like this... As much as he liked Pan, Viridi had to take care of him. It was her responsibility. Determined to talk to the goddess, he knocked against Arlon's bedroom door. "Ah, young master Dark Pit. How may I be of service?" The servant sat at his desk, looking over some papers that the black-winged angel couldn't care less about. "Where's Viridi?" He snarled in his well known tone of voice. "She is currently in a very important meeting with Poseidon. If you want-" "Where?" Dark Pit snapped louder. Arlon crossed his legs and took a small sip from his tea. "It is important." "We still shouldn't interrupt the meeting. She will be back in about two hours." The angel held back the urge to strangle the tall man and instead just walked out of the room, closing the doors with enough force to create a loud bang.

He didn't have much to do since Viridi's, unlike Palutena's, troops were able to train themselves. Dark Pit's medallion still needed time to recharge and he wouldn't get far without it. Well there was Viridi's garden. It was quiet there and that he welcomed more than anything right now. With ease he climbed onto a thick branch and leaned against the trunk closing his eyes.

"Dark Pit?" Sleepily he opened one eye and looked down at a very stressed out and tired goddess. "You wanted to talk to me?" The angel rubbed the sleep from his eyes and jumped down landing on his feet as graceful as a cat. "Come on! Spit it out! I don't have a lot of time right now." "Yes I know. It is pretty hard not to notice." Viridi crossed her arms: "Is that the reason you wanted to talk to me? To tell me the sacrifices of my job as the Goddess of Nature? Because if so, I am happy to tell you I am quite familiar with them." Dark Pit hmpf-ed and crossed his arms as well: "And what about your responsibilities as a mother?" He didn't want to make it too obvious how he felt about the infant. Viridi hissed something under her breath that Dark Pit couldn't understand. She narrowed her golden eyes and looked up. Her voice now louder and clearer than before: "Do you really think I don't notice the looks Pan gives me when I leave him? Being a goddess is stressful and very time consuming! I am trying to get time to play with him, to feed him but no." Her voice became all of the sudden a sad tone: "I can't. I just can't. I know how much I hurt him by leaving all the time but..." Dark Pit turned his eyes away as Viridi let out a frustrating... Sound. He couldn't call it a scream, growl, groan, etc. It was a mixture of all those things. The goddess took a deep breath to calm herself down: "Dark Pit... Thank you for taking care of him." He could see and hear how hard it was for the goddess to say this. Before the black-winged angel could even open his mouth, Viridi turned away to walk back into he palace. However before she really entered, she turned her head and smirked: "I know how you feel about him, Dark Pit. No need to hide it." "What are you talking about?" "Who do you think took Pan back to his crib after you two fell asleep in the first night?"