[Gallagher]

It was another poor day. Most of them were poor as of late, but this one was worse than the rest. Gabriel had done his best, found the perfect spot in the center of the market, and given his all; his best promises, his best smiles, his best performance yet, but it was all for naught. His village, it seemed, had had its fill of his work. He only had enough coins in his purse to stay for a few more days. After that, he would have no choice but to move on, hopefully finding more work in the next town.

And yet, as he walked down the road side by side with his dappled brown mare, his cloth-covered wagon clattering behind them, he smiled. It wasn't that he wanted to. No, these days, when he had little to give his companion and even less for himself, smiling was the last thing he wanted to do. "Oi, Bunny, I think we'd better call it a night early. What do you say?" he murmured to the horse, casting her a sidelong glance. Her ears twitched, but she gave little else to show she understood. He nodded. "Wonderful."



Proper magic works with nature and science. We simply don't understand enough to see the big picture just yet.