"So you're telling me that a God turned you into a little Kid, as Punishment for desecrating his Temple."
"Accidentally!" "Alright, for accidentally desecrating his Temple." There was a Moment of silence between the two.
"Something like that, yes." Deidre stared at Gohrion. "...It's not like that's the weirdest thing you ever told me."
Gohrion lauged loudly at that. "Remember about that Wizard i told you about?" "Wich one?" Deidre asked in mild confusion.
"The one that put up a Magic Shield and then blew himself apart with a Fireball!" Gohrion said with a disturbing amount of glee.
Deidre looked a bit green, after thinking back to the Story he told her.
"Oh. That one. You didn't have to describe his charred Corpse in so much detail." She looked at Gohrion "I guess that proves it."
"Are you saying you still weren't sure?" He asked with mild annoyance. "Yes, but only you tell Stories as disturbing as that one."
Gohrion made a hurt Expression at her Words. "My Stories aren't that bad." Deidre looked him deeply in the Eyes.
"Yes Goh, yes they are." Her Expression turned more serious a few Seconds later.
"We still haven't talked about what to do now." Gohrion's Smile faded at her Words.
"Well... i've been thinking about this and realized, that this might not be so bad." He said slowly.
"Not bad? You're a little Kid Goh! You're maybe 10 Years old at most!" She said incedulously at his Words.
"I know, i know, but do you know what that means?" Gohrion said exitecly.
Deidre sighed. "No Gohrion. I do not know what that means." He grinned. "That means that i can become a Wizard's Apprentice!"
Deidre's Eyes widened at his Words. "But Wizards only choose Children below the age of 12, that have exeptional Aptitude..."
Her Words drifted off towards the end. "Could you mean that..." Gohrion nodded his Head quickly.
"I fit every Criteria!" "Goh that... that's amazing!" Deidre said, before wrinkeling her Eyebrows.
"But how are you going to make a Wizard accept you as an Appretice?"
Gohrion smiled even more brightly at her Question. "I still have a lot of Money saved up that i can use for all the Stuff i need."
He continued Smiling as he looked at her. "I also have a lot of Favors that i can call in.
I just need to write a Letter and have someone to vouch that i am the Son of Gohrion Gray. That's where you come in."
Deidre looked suspiciously at Gohrion. "What do you mean 'where i come in'?"
His Smile turned into a sly Grin. "Oh, it's not much. You just have to say that i'm your Son."
"MY WHAT?!" Deidre yelled. "Calm down Dei, it's not that big of a Deal." He said, calmly motioning her to sit back down.
"Not a big Deal? NOT A BIG DEAL? You're saying that i should tell People you're my Son! Our Son!"
"Dei, please. Please do this for me! It's been my Dream to become a Wizard for longer than i can recall!
You just have to tell one little Lie!" Gohrion begged Deidre with a desperate Expression. She sighed deeply,
massaged her Temples with her left Hand and finally said, after almost a full Minute of silence: "Alright Goh, but you owe me one."