7 Preparation

"Anyway I think you should visit the Dark Mage," Tanya said, "and Monique can accompany you there. She's a good companion and is a good fighter. You'll need to head west of here to get Starow port and sail to his island. Do you remember where it is?"
"How could I not mother; i shall appear by moons first sight, stare into dark to see my light, guided only by the glow so bright," Calder recalled, "when do you want to leave Monique?" "Tomorrow morning," she sugested, "I will have my supplise ready tonight though."
"Sounds good, I'll help if you need me to do anything," Calder said glancing over at Cassandra. "Do you think we will need anything from the market before we leave tomorrow?"
"I'm going to go check and if i see anything that I think we will need i will," she said sipping at a cup of tea, "but otherwise I can't think of anything we need at the moment." I'll go with you dear," Mother Tanya said throwing her cloak around her following Cassandra out the door, "we will be back later tonight. And Monique don't worry about cooking anything tonight, Cassandra has chosen to do so." The door creaked as it closed behind them leaving an emptiness in the church. Monique departed without word leaving Calder to start his repairs. His first task was the creaky door which used nearly half a tin of oil. An hour past and he headed up to the bell tower where he found Monique sitting on the wall staring over the city.
"The view is nice isn't it?" Calder said leaning over the wall.
"Yes it is," she said smiling, "I spend every second i can up here just looking at the city and its people. So if all angels have light colored hair, then why is yours crimson red?"
"My father is a demon," he said glancing up at the crimson mop on top of his head. "I was never allowed to converse with the other younglings so my mother permanently left 'paradise' and raised me here. Besides my sister and my mother you are the only pure angel I've met."
"It must have been difficult for you growing up," Monique said trying not to get emotional.
"It was at the begining, but then we moved here and I wasn't really an outsider, rather just a kid with crimson hair," he said smiling once more, " all the kids around here had something different than the others and we were all happy together. Well I guess I should get back to work. It was nice to chat for a little while, thank you." Calder hopped down the ladder and disapeared into the church to finish his chores.