He ignored the gossips, as they travelled through, before smacking his forehead, and digging out a pair of rings, which he offered to Cerulean and Tyra. "Rings of sustenance. Might be useful. And how about after we get out of town. I am sure a blue or Solar would cause even more of a stir. I also could teleport us there, but something is..."<br/><br/>He paused, not sure how to describe what he was feeling, now that he was so well and truly tied to the flows of magic, but he could feel something was wrong, even with his divine spark fully suppressed. "I think we shouldn't teleport, not sure why though. Tyra, I will accept your offer, though you will have to carry the others as well. No sense appearing more powerful than we are, and there are supposedly enough demonic troops running around to the south west, near where that castle I told you about used to stand. Big crater now, but that is irrelevant."<br/><br/>Once they had moved through the town, he waited for Tyraguna to revert to her natural form, pausing to give her an affectionate scratch on the softer scales right behind her crest, and then climbed up onto her back, using a hint of magic to make a small bubble, similar to his mansion, but they could see out, and wouldn't fall off or affect how Tyra flew, and be able to talk to her if they wanted.