Cait glanced at him. "We could cheat, if you really want," she said quietly, shrugging.

Corvinus frowned. "Cheat?" he had to ask. Honestly, he had an idea of what that meant; ultimately it meant one thing. Magic.

Cait nodded slowly. "Teleport," she said softly. "It would take a day to set up, but I know a place a lot closer that would be save to get to."

Corvinus nodded. "I think that would beat that few weeks travel we'll have to take if we walk it." He said simply with a smirk. "Good! Do your odd magics, sister mage."

Cait smirked a little and slowly got up. "I'm going to do it inside the tent," she said softly. "Just in case. Let me know if anyone comes by that shouldn't. Or something." She shrugged a little and vanished back into the tent.

Corvinus smiled and studied her a bit before building up the fire and working to cook a big breakfast. If they weren't going anywhere he was going to stuff his stomach.

Cait quickly pulled out her supplies, willing the magic of the tent to take the bed out of the way. She then set to work, drawing a complex circle in the soft dirt of the floor, filling up the length and width of the tent.

Corvinus continued to cook from his stores. Bacon, toast, eggs and some flapjacks too. He smiled, loving the smells that filled the air.

It took Cait several hours to finish the circle, and she stepped out of the tent carefully in the afternoon. "How's it going out here?" she asked softly.

Corvinus was napping soundly, food strewn on plates everywhere. He had apparently slipped into a food coma, but he smiled and opened his eyes to look up at her. "Made breakfast.

Cait smirked. "I see that," she said softly. "And I could smell it." She looked around and shook her head. "Clean up. We're ready."

Corvinus frowned. "Oh? You're not going to eat?" He asked, struggling to sit up. He groaned a little.

Cait shrugged. "I'm not hungry," she said simply. "Come on. You want to get there or not?"

Corvinus frowned and scrambled up, cleaning up the mess around the camp and storing much of the food. He wondered if there would be an inn there, looking forward to some rest or maybe a girl.

Cait packed up everything else, and once he was finished, lastly took the tent down. "Don't mess up the lines," she instructed firmly, slowly and carefully stepping through the lines to the center of the large, intricately drawn circle. "And stand over there in that open space."