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.
"Yeah."
She goes back to brushing the goat out; it's not a quick process, on an animal his size, and she's too engrossed in it to talk much.
Phantasm comes over before too long, though, and sits with him in the aisle.
"Want to go for a climb?" He asks, eventually. "We don't have to stay."
One perks up, and then looks at Deka, then back to Phantasm. "Ah- she won't- mind?" Pauses, works through reframing it. "She won't...mind that I go, because she wants me to do things I want to do...right?"
One nods, but seeing as they've remembered, he will get Deka's attention to tell her they're going for a climb.
"Okay. See you at - room."
Figment gives her a friendly nudge and joins them - first they'll have to get past the wagon out front.
Well...One is pretty good at being relatively unnoticeable, and they can all slip through relatively small spaces to get around the wagon?
Oh! That's good! They can start there then? Or One can at least, the griffons are probably going to fly up rather than climbing (which is pretty cool to watch). One scales the tree with relative ease - still getting used to his more filled out body, and how it works when he's climbing.
The griffons stay reasonably close, flitting from one branch to another as One ascends; Phantasm encounters a squirrel partway up and has a standoff with it for a few seconds before puffed-up feathers and extended wings convince it to back off.
One watches the standoff curiously, but leaves it to Phantasm, and makes sure he's unlikely to encounter that squirrel as he keeps going higher. At some point, he's probably going to climb over to another tree, a little uncertain again as his increased weight makes the branches give a little more under him, but he adapts fairly quickly.
Figment and Phantasm spot him again through the crossing, and the three of them continue on, the griffons letting One pick their route again.
On one of the closer approaches to the village's platforms, a young elf spots them and asks his mother what they are; she replies that she doesn't know, but they're pretty, aren't they.
...One is...not entirely sure what to do with that? Should they stop and explain? He looks to Phantasm and Figment for advice, even as he pauses at a point where the young elf can see him relatively clearly.
They pause too, and then Phantasm flies over. "We're griffons!"
"Oh!" the young elf comes over to him. "What's your friend?"
"He's a red panda. He's shy, though." Phantasm lowers his head to ask for scritches, but none are forthcoming.
"That's neat. I like his stripes!"
One moves a little closer, but stays pretty well out of reach, and doesn't...seem to know what to say.
The boy doesn't seem to know what to say either, and after a moment his mother tugs on his hand, "Yin is waiting for us, sweetheart," and they go, and Phantasm flaps back over and nuzzles One.
One nuzzles back. "Not sure...how to do interaction?" he admits. "It's...feels complicated?"
He cocks his head, thinking about it. "Well, usually I want something or they want something, and I'm doing something about that, does that help? You don't have to do something just because they want it, though, you just can."
One nods thoughtfully. "People are complicated," he decides, anyway, and then makes his way upwards again. "But. I think that's just...normal? I don't know how to...know what they want."
Phantasm hops after him. "Well, you haven't been around people very much yet, you haven't had time to learn."
"...That's...good," One decides, and then falls quiet to focus more on climbing, aiming for the top of the canopy again.