A moment ago, Pangaea had been beyond nervous and experiencing full-fledged panic. It had seemed as if the whole valley had suddenly gone insane. First, Mr. Threehorn had gotten more upset than Pangaea had ever seen him, knocking down Sam and throwing an emotional fit. Then Anna had stepped in, looking and acting more outraged than Pangaea thought possible, and engaging in a struggle with Mr. Threehorn. Finally, just as Tria had attempted to break up the fight, some crazy GOF member, arriving late to the meeting, had shown up and hit Mr. Threehorn with a spear. Perhaps he had assumed that Mr. Threehorn had finally snapped and was attempting to save Sam and Anna, Pangaea supposed, but he couldn’t imagine that this was going to help the GOF members’ reputation in the Great Valley (especially in the eyes of Mr. Threehorn). All in all, it seemed that those in the valley were becoming a greater danger to each other than sharpteeth had ever been.
Then Amy had stepped up, and delivered the most inspiring impromptu speech Pangaea had ever heard. To heck with kicking her out, he thought with awe, she ought to be a Great Valley diplomat or something. Pangaea felt considerably calmer after Amy had spoken. A voice of reason had been sorely needed, and it had come from the very individual who had been accused as an enemy of the valley.
He looked at Mr. Threehorn, in the process of leaving the Rock Circle, looking hurt (both emotionally and physically) and dejected as he stood poised to leave the Rock Circle, and felt a pang of pity. Mr. Threehorn could be a major jerk, for sure, and his suggestion to exile Amy was utterly ridiculous, but Pangaea believed he truly meant well for the valley and his family. He just wasn’t very good at making the right choices, and approached problems too narrow-mindedly.
“I think I’m going to go talk to Mr. Threehorn,” he said to Guido, who had remained silent and inconspicuous throughout the entire meeting.
“What?!” Guido exclaimed, who had clearly been terrified by Mr. Threehorn’s earlier outburst, “Why would you want to even go near that guy?!”
“Well, for one thing, he’s got a spearhe–uh...a pointy rock stuck in his leg. I don’t know much about treating injuries, but that’ll have to come out. Also, I thought that maybe I could talk some sense into him. Or at least calm him down. He’s pretty upset right now.”
Guido scoffed nervously. “You think?”
“Guido,” Pangaea said, “I don’t blame you in the slightest if you don’t want to come with me. I’m pretty scared myself about going up to him, but I don’t know if anyone else here is going to do it. ...Well, besides Tria, and Cera, and Tricia, but they’re his family. I think he needs an outside voice. Y’know, someone else who can tell him he’s not a bad guy. Maybe if he has some help, he can clean up his act and redeem himself. In any case, don’t worry about me. I’ll meet up with you later.”
Guido nodded. “Okay,” he said, “Thanks, Pangaea.”
“The same to you,” Pangaea replied with a smile. He then parted ways with Guido and cautiously approached Mr. Threehorn.
