"I could fly but then you'd have to speed up, how far away is it?"

"It's that building over there - I guess you can fly and I'll just catch up?" The building is about another two hundred yards away. 

Cam lifts off and alights at the building.

Vanyel, who can run just fine, catches up at a jog. Though even this brief exertion leaves him feeling tired; he's not out of shape, exactly, just out of...everything else. 

"In here." He swings open a heavy oak door, gestures for Cam to follow. 

A ways down the stone hallway, an older, silver-haired woman wearing the same white garments as Vanyel is standing outside an open door. "Van! Sounds like you owe us quite a lot of explanation!" 

Vanyel ducks his head. "Savil, er, this is Cam. Cam, this is my aunt, Herald-Mage Savil Ashkevron." 

"Hello, nice to meet you. Where's the meeting happening, I find that I feel myself in a bit of a hurry."

She eyes him curiously. "Right here, we're just waiting for the others. Did you, er, misplace your shirt or something...?" 

"I don't like any designs that can be fastened around wings and don't like destroying a shirt every time I want to do laundry but I can put one on if it's not suitably formal."

Her eyes flick briefly to his pecs. "Well, it is a little distracting. If you wouldn't mind." 

Oh gods why did she have to say that, Vanyel was doing just fine at not being distracted by this via failing to register it, and now he cannot unsee the fact that Cam is shirtless and also attractive. 

No longer is Cam shirtless.

"Thank you. ....Wow, was that your making-things magic? Can you make something else so I can watch more closely? Oh, er, you can come in and have a seat." Savil ushers Cam into the room, which contains a long table and about a dozen chairs. 

Cam makes a donut hole. Allows Savil to inspect it. "Those're tasty if you want one."

Savil stares in amazement. 

(Does her mage-sight notice anything?) 

There is the briefest instant of bewildering power blooming when the donut hole comes into existence and then vanishing as suddenly as it appears, barely detectable in its swiftness except for how bright it is, but nothing about it is comprehensible even in the afterimage.

"Huh!" Savil says, blinking. "Where does it come from, when you, er, make things?" 

"Nowhere. I'm making it, not swiping it."

"You're wha– but that's– Sorry." Savil rubs the tip of her nose, still staring at him. "Our magic can't do that. I - guess I shouldn't say 'that's impossible' since, well, clearly..." 

"Clearly! So what do you wish to cover in this meeting?"

"Would you like to have a seat?" Savil pulls out a chair. "I'm not sure exactly what Randi is going to want to cover, but - well, I think we all want to know what you're planning to get up to here in Haven." (Since they clearly can't stop him, whatever it is, but Savil doesn't say this out loud.) 

Glance at Vanyel. "- Oh, and apparently your world has more advanced Healing? Er, non-magic Healing, I mean." 

Cam sits sideways in the chair for wing reasons. "Yes, we have advanced nonmagical medicine in addition to completely different medically-applicable magic. I don't have to stay in Haven - Vanyel gave me several languages with the summon, I'm assuming it was him because it would be odd for a six-year-old to speak that many, if you want rid of me I can go somewhere else. But I generally favor the eternal flourishing of all sapient beings and in this situation that probably means dealing with disease and parasite burden, leveling you up a bit in the agricultural sector, that sort of thing."

Vanyel suddenly has a very odd expression. 

"You... Wow." Savil doesn't seem to know what else to say. She sits down. 

There are footsteps in the hallway. 

Shortly later, a man also dressed in white reaches the door. He looks tired, like someone who's been staying up late working every night for months, and he's a little out of breath from the fast walk over. He also looks very young, maybe twenty-five. 

He smiles warmly, though. "You must be Cam? I'm King Randale. Welcome to Valdemar."