Glancing about the room again, double checking he realized that he was pretty much done packing. He was not bringing much beyond what he would carry with him on an overnight jaunt. A few extra changes of clothes. A few extra spikes. His long bladed knife. He was not expecting to need the last two, but he was going someplace new. Even with Leni's assurances, he still was not sure just how his appearance would be taken, and best to have a means of protection other than claw and tooth.
He would grab some food from the kitchen in the morning before they left. As he tossed the small haversack over by the bedrolls all ready waiting on the window seat he wondered how much Leni was bringing. She said 'not much', but it has been quite some time since he traveled with a female.
He moved over to a small lap desk sitting on the dresser and opened in, pulling out a piece of red parchment, reading over the words he first read over a decade ago...
I'm going to be gone for awhile, I've stumbled across some things I need to check on. I'm leaving you in charge until I get this straightened out.
So many just assumed that he was the owner of the Dragon. It became more bother than it was worth to try and explain. Kairee was probably the closest thing to an owner the Dragon would ever have, but even she.... No. He never considered himself the owner himself the owner.
The Dragon itself needed no owner. But it did need... a voice. Someone to act on its behalf. And for over a decade now it allowed him to do so, just as it had allowed her before him. Even with a few extended absences sprinkled throughout those years, each time he returned that connection was there. The Dragon was there, waiting. Impatiently it even seemed at times.
Well, it was time for her to take up back what she passed on to him, even if for just a short while. He really had not planned on this when he approached her the other evening. She had put in a brief appearance here and there over the years, but of late she seemed as if she was truly returning. So it only seemed right to ask her if she wanted to step back in.
But after they talked a bit, he had to admit that he was... tired. Weary. And he could not really say why, or of what.
Then before he knew it, he and Lenika had decided to take a trip, a trip to visit her family, her home. Though looking back now, he couldn't help but laugh to himself and wonder just who really made that decision.
So for now, he would take the trip. For the moment it was going to be a brief one. A week or so, maybe a bit more. Half that time would be spent just in the travels. When he returned, he would decide what was to be next. Maybe 'ree would make part of that decision for him, one way or the other.
But that was not a thing to dwell on. Instead, he tucked the parchment away again and turned to head downstairs, might as well make ready the food they would bring on the trip.