Ranara and her little daughter Azabel move to Urtho's Tower when the latter can say six words ("up", "mama", "milk", "no", "now", and "please") and hasn't started to walk yet. Ranara sets up to teach little children to read, ones who don't have evident Gifts yet - Ranara herself has Mindspeech, is all, with about a classroom's worth of range. Azabel sits in on classes, worn on her mother's back or later plopped in a corner with toys or, when she's only four, plopped in a corner with a book, younger than the other kids in the class. When Azabel has in fact sat through her mother's curriculum she is turned somewhat loose, to walk very carefully up and down and around the Tower, exploring.
Ma'ar nods and reads through his list again. "Anything else I should add? I guess if either of us thinks of more we can just Mindspeak each other. I won't have time to actually go for a couple of days."
"Likewise!"
When it is convenient for Skan they can go on their long flight to the temple to the Eternal Flame.
Skan has rested up for this! He's so excited! In his mind at least, Azabel is a SECRET AGENT on a SPY MISSION to learn about the gods!
He's pretty focused while he flies, and only does the minimum of midair tricks when he gets bored.
:I don't think I can be a secret agent if I'm openly asking questions on my own recognizance!:
Skan decides that this is also very exciting, and does a midair flip, and then keeps flying.
And in less than fifteen minutes, he's circling above the area of the city that she showed him on the map. :Figure it's the one with the copper roof?:
Skan takes her down.
The copper-roofed building does prove to be the temple to the Eternal Flame. It has a decorative rock garden out front, and a stone bowl sitting on a pedestal, in which a little fire, cleverly fed with lamp oil through some pipe below, is burning. An acolyte in off-white robes is guarding it, and waves to them.
The inside of the temple appears to be all one room; it's spacious and quiet and surprisingly well lit, by discreet windows just below the eaves on all four sides of the building. A couple of chandeliers hang down from the rafters, candles presumably lit at great inconvenience by people on stepladders (unless this temple has access to mages who can do it from a distance.)
A few people are sitting on a rug to one side of the room; one of them rises. "Hello?"
"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting you but Rowan said I should go to the senior priest with my research project questions?"