Devaguea glanced at the vegetables, back at the... whatever the female word for hermit was, at his companion, before spreading his wings. "Be there in a minute. Ska'bas-ma'tet, please stay here"<br/><br/>He took a careful couple of steps backwards, before flying up and over the 'garden' to land immediately in front of the door. Sadly, he forgot momentum was a thing, and bashed his face against it, before shaking his head. He then knocked on the door, and waited to be invited in, so he could get her name, occupation, and whatever she wanted on the official census of the area. Mostly so, when people complained about a 'witch' kidnapping children, poisoning crops, or molesting livestock, he could laugh at their faces.