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It's a pleasant day for travel, and Deka's enjoying it - just enough clouds in the sky to cut the early summer heat, a nice breeze, birds singing in the trees, the clop of her draft goat's hooves on the trail, the twittering of her griffon friends as they flit from tree to tree overhead, keeping pace with her cart. She's excited, too: She's on her way to wizard college, but she's decided to check with any wizards she hears of along the way, as well, to see if she can find an apprenticeship, and the people in the last village she passed suggested she try here, at the arboreal mansion she's surely just a few minutes from being able to glimpse through the trees.
a Dusk meets a Nova
where my feet lead me
"Well, it's part of my job, for one thing - I'm a cleric of the god of travel, he gets very upset when people are trapped places. But it's also just the right thing to do, and plenty of people would do it just because of that, or because it upsets them to see people getting hurt."
firefox
One hums quietly, sort of relaxing at the words. "I- ah. What should I- call you? Other people?"
where my feet lead me
"My name is Raafi, but anyone with a medallion like this one is a cleric of Fharlanghn, and you can call us 'Traveler' if we don't remember to introduce ourselves. People should usually introduce themselves when you first talk to them, but you might have to ask sometimes, and they usually won't mind if you do."
firefox
One nods slowly, and then curls up again, not really sure what else to ask. "Thank you," he murmurs.
where my feet lead me
"You're welcome."
He stands quietly for a minute, half-turned to keep an eye on the kitchen. "Is there anything we should take care of here before we go? Any questions you want answers to, or anything?"
where my feet lead me
Raafi nods. "Well, you can send him a letter if you think of anything later. Do you know what he was trying to do when he made you? I think I'd want to know that, in your position. I suppose I don't know if he'll answer the question, now."
where my feet lead me
"That's kind of broad, but if you're satisfied with it I suppose that's enough." It sounds like he doesn't really think One should be satisfied with it, though.
where my feet lead me
"Yeah, but - you're scared for a reason, right? And I should pay attention to that; I think we'll be safe either way, I'm pretty sure I can take him in a fight if I have to, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea to provoke him if I can help it."
where my feet lead me
"It's usually important to people to know about where they came from, and decide what they think was good or bad about it. It gives you - more of a story about who you are and where you're going, for most people, and what you want to do with your life. So it'd be good to have, that way. But that's not the only important thing - this is already going to be hard for you, and if we leave without provoking him there's a better chance he'll answer your letter later, if you want to do that." He shrugs. "These things are always messy, it's hard to say what the best way is. And I don't know him at all, you're going to be a better judge that way."
firefox
One is quiet for a long moment, thinking that over. "Think it's probably better not to, right now?" he hazards, sneaking looks at Raafi like he's not sure that's the right answer.
where my feet lead me
"Then that's what we'll do. I do think we should tell him we're going; do you think that's a bad idea? It would be strange not to, he'd probably think it was rude, but it gives him a chance to pick a fight if we do, if he's the type. I can wait until you're out of the house to do it, if you don't want to see him; that should be fine."
where my feet lead me
"I don't think he's going to be happy. But I can't let him keep you here if you don't want to stay, my god doesn't allow me to, and I'm pretty sure he knows that, most people do. So the question isn't whether he'll be happy, it's whether he'll start a fight about it, knowing that I can't back down and might be stronger than he is."
where my feet lead me
"Mmhmm. Well, I'll tell him, and you don't have to be there unless you want to."
where my feet lead me
"That's all right, sweetheart."
"You know, even if you had been just an animal, it wouldn't've been okay for him to treat you that way. It matters less, and to different gods, but it still matters. It's not like this would have been fine if only he'd been right about you." He's angry about it, just a little.
where my feet lead me
"Not well enough to excuse anything. He didn't even know what kind of food you're supposed to be eating."