As far as I remember, we never had any visitors. My family was somewhat strange, and so were the partners we married. It was alright with me. I had my books, I had little carvings I made of the birch wood, I had my grandma and my papa, and that was all I needed.
We never selected our spouses, that was all decided a long time ago. The bloodline, you know... We knew the day we meet for the first time, the day we marry, the day we give birth to our children and the day, even the minute we pass away.
So I knew that today was the day. The day I meet him for the first time. My chatty grandma was silent since the very morning. She kept throwing glances at me but never really looked into my eye. The silence was omnipresent.
"My little girl," said grandma, "I think I should tell you about him."
"Is there anything wrong with him? It is not like he would have horns or would seduce every single woman he meets..."
There was a knock on the door. And then... The sight of his goatee made me want to run and hide under my sister-in-law's bed.
The definitely was him.
The PAN. The god. Oh my god.