Moving on

[Anastasia]

"I'd do something worthwhile with it, whatever that is to me. All I knew seems so petty now. All this power just beneath my skin, waiting to erupt out like a dragon's roar. Emily throws power about like a child knocking over sandcastles and with as much ease, while Jarem fights with a precision that brings every other warrior I've ever seen to shame, while you casually achieve feats of magic that should be impossible." Ianvasah reaches out, as if reaching for the sunset. She brings her fist closed and says, "After what we've done, I realize my own goals and visions are still limited, when they should expand out instead."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well, in so far as that, we've all chosen a path. From what I've seen of your magic, so have you; perhaps just not consciously. Tell me, Ianvasah, why do you turn into the dragon?"

[Anastasia]

"The power came to me when I trained with Emily. Her mother is a dragon. It seems obvious," Ianvasah says coolly, "Or that dragons are the greatest symbol of might?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"But why that dragon, specifically? Why not another? What about it feels so natural to you? Why not cycle through the all? Best tool for the job? Yet you go back to that one. There might be something in that. I believe Emily might know a few people who have studied dragons rather extensively."

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah is quiet a time, mulling that over.

"So." A pause here, a longer one. "Find answers first, and then grow outward is what you're saying?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Answers, a path, a goal. They all lead to the same thing eventually, typically. I suggest picking a few things to focus on. You might get stumped and need something else to focus on. It's happened to me more times than I can count."

[Anastasia]

"Be that as it may, I thi-" Ianvasah pauses, peering ahead. "Is that a child flying?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Very possibly."

Alyssa looks out as well.

[Anastasia]

A child with blonde hair and plain clothes, flying about closer and closer. If not for the fact he was flying, he'd be a normal child. He's coming your way. He's perhaps five or six years old, yet his eyes are different. His eyes are bright and yet sharp, something about them wrong, not a child's eyes at all.

"Child, did your parents cast a flying spell on you?" Ianvasah asks, "You should go back home, it's almost dark. They're surely worried about you."

[Iron Dragoon]

Any Ks here to figure this out?

"Ianvasah, caution. Not what it seems."

[Anastasia]

K: Local.

"Nor are you," The child replies, "But you're being too suspicious. I'm just looking around."

[Iron Dragoon]

+5 to this if Tale Keeper skill trick applies

> roll 1d20+9+22 K:L(don't have it)/Cunning Knowledge
<Penuche> Iddy invokes Penuche's magic: < 41 > [d20=10]

"Caution keeps one alive, I've found. And between the last few fights I've had, more than warranted. Might I ask who you are and what you might be interested in?"

[Anastasia]

It's a human child. An unusual one to be sure, but nothing about him seems inhuman.

"My name's Calley and I wanted to see all of you," he says, "I think Mom would like you."

[Iron Dragoon]

"And who would your mother be?"

[Anastasia]

"Her name's Sylvie, she's an idiot," Calley says, bluntly.

"Child, don't speak of your mother like that," Ianvasah's voice is scolding, "She loves you."

"Her idea of love is giving me the magic of an archmage and an high cleric while never being around," Calley frowns, "Mom's really bad at being a parent."

A blink from Ianvasah, "Excuse me?"