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.
One looks between them, and skitters a little towards Deka. Hesitates looking up at her. "Ah- if- if you think it's best?"
She sits, and offers her hand at the correct height for petting. "Worried about you. But - we can probably... get to town, by ourselves. Find a healer. If you want to wait." She sighs and looks up at Raafi. "Plan? If you don't-?"
"I very much doubt that he'll be able to keep me from leaving. I can meet you in town."
"Okay. Can wait, if - too much, today."
One thinks for a moment, and then nods hesitantly. "Lots of scary?"
"Yeah. Okay." She pets Figment, taking a moment to think- "Ready."
Raafi casts, and the air around Deka shimmers faintly orange for a few seconds. "That'll last five hours," he adds, and she nods and turns to One.
He moves closer to her again, a bit more slowly, aware of the flames still flickering over his fur, but does come close enough to be easy to pick up.
She's a little hesitant, reaching into the fire, but scoops him up and makes sure he's comfortably settled before standing.
And Raafi escorts them through the house and makes sure they'll be able to get down safely before going to look for Rogeiros.
One tucks himself carefully into Deka's arms, and tries to hold himself still, but in a way that's easy to carry.
Rogeiros is fairly easy to find - on a wide balcony that is currently serving as a study for him.
Raafi raps on the doorframe to get his attention.
He doesn't immediately look up from his writing. "Did you need something?"
"I wanted to let you know that we're leaving. And see if there was anything you wanted passed along to One."
Rogeiros does look up now. "I hope you understand the investment One represents for me."
"I have some idea." His hand goes to the holy symbol hanging from his neck. "I have my own obligations here, though. I do think there's a chance - maybe not a large one - that he'll decide to come back, if it seems like you'll do right by him. Once he's ready to make that sort of decision for himself."
Rogeiros hums. "I suppose that is the best I can expect." He doesn't exactly sound pleased, or entirely accepting, but he doesn't seem like he's intending to fight. "There is little else to tell it- him that won't become apparent with time."
"I'm not sure that leaving him with unpleasant surprises in store will help your case."
"They shouldn't be unpleasant to him. His power and control over fire should grow, it certainly has been so far, although his control has been somewhat lacking thus far in relation to the strength of his abilities. He's probably reached his full size."
"That sounds reasonable. The other thing that might matter is what he can expect it to be like, if he decides to come back - I've suggested that he can write to you about it when he's ready to consider it, but it might help to know what you have in mind now, if anything."
"I don't know," Rogeiros says, with a surprising amount of sincerity. "I had never intended to create a person. I would need to consider how things might go, should he decide to return."
Raafi nods. "I'll encourage him to write, then."
"That is acceptable yes. Was that everything?"
"I think so. Good luck with your studies." He gives a nod that's more like a bow and goes to see how Deka and One are managing.
Deka's made it down from the tree and around to where she's been keeping her carriage and goat and dog; the dog is trying to sniff at One, who she's holding just out of range.
One has tucked himself tighter against Deka, and is in fact resisting the urge to try and climb onto her shoulders where he would be further away from the dog. (He's curious, but it's big. And also he doesn't want to hurt it by accident and upset Deka.)
The dog breaks off when he notices Raafi approaching, going on alert, but Deka orders him into the cart, and he goes readily.