Something that I focus on in the series is turning the idea of "the chosen one" on its head. And as such, Baeou never fully buys into the concept, at least not when he's in his right mind. I also try to focus on the stress that the pressure of living with a chosen one would put upon his closest friends.
Anyway, with that, read on.
Baeou grinned sheepishly as Glacia held her hands on her hips, waiting for a better answer.
“Faenmount,” he replied.
“You mean later sometime, right? This is some future hypothetical trip that you’ll take later. When we don’t have a newborn?”
Baeou sighed. “No…?”
Glacia raised her eyebrows. “You mean now?”
“How soon?” Her voice had become almost a growl.
Baeou grinned and tried his best not to gulp nervously. “Tonight.” Then, “We have a lead on the Faenwerld Stone. We have to follow it, and we don’t have time to waste.”
Her jaw dropped, eyes widened. Incredulous, she turned to face Master Fyren, who stood innocently off to one side. “You don’t mean to encourage this, do you?”
Master Fyren shrugged. “I didn’t suggest it. In fact, I’d be happier if they wouldn’t go at all—”
“We’re going,” Baeou snapped, his ear flicking.
Master Fyren sighed. “Yes, I know.”
“Baeou,” Glacia said, taking him by the shoulders. “Have you really thought this through. What about the baby?”
Baeou thought about pushing her hands away, but knew that would cause more trouble with Glacia that it was worth. “Of course I have. There’s a crystal that we might be able to find with very little trouble. We have to try.”
Glacia looked once more to Master Fyren, pleading for his support.
To Baeou’s relief, Master Fyren only shook his head and said, “Life goes on, Glacia. And this world won’t wait for baby Isaiah to grow up. If this book can truly lead them to one of the seven stones, they have an obligation to go.”
Her face did not lighten. “And leave the rest of us behind.”