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Gallagher · Posted 07-02-2012, 11:24 AM

It had been a long day.

Actually, a long week. And that was putting it mildly. In fact, in Gabriel's ever so humble opinion, this had been the worst week in his entire life, and he was never one to exaggerate.

... Not that much, anyway.

His heavy, flaxen mare gave a grunt and a toss of her mane, making the man raise a single brow at her. The crunch of dirt and gravel beneath her and his small cart was familiar and comforting, joining the faint sound of animals and insects in welcoming the night. It wasn't yet too terribly late, but it was certainly long past when he should have settled in for the night, and his horse knew it. "Now, stop making such a fuss," he murmured sweetly to her, watching with restrained delight as her ears moved in the way that he knew meant she was listening. "There's a girl. Just a little more now, we'll get you a good break, let you sleep in, get your little rear lost somewhere, spend hours looking for you in the morning, it'll be brilliant." He nodded, as if that settled the matter, and the horse gave a prompt, but rather disinterested, snort. "But, not before you act like you don't understand me in the least. Come now, you think I buy that? I know you're smarter than-"

His brows shot up as they rounded a bend, a large but far from gleaming temple creeping into view not far off. He hardly even had a chance to take it in before his cart thumped over a large rock, lurching suddenly to one side. The sound of glass clattering together came from behind him, and as the front wheel met the ground again, there was a telling crack of wood. "-That. Did not sound good." A rustle from a mass of bushes a few yards away caught his attention. "... Oh hell."

Gabriel stumbled as he reached the temple doors, catching himself before he could fall flat on his face. He huffed indignantly, a worn and stained sack in one hand, staring down at his own feet with one eyebrow arched. A wide rip in his long, brown robe showed only a small glimpse at a clotting scratch; another, much more subtle tear was at his lower leg. After a moment, he shook his head and shoved the doors open, his lips twitching into a smile. "Hello!" he called, his voice bright. "If there's anyone here that won't kill me, I'd love to know!"

Gallagher It Won't Stop			#5
	It had been a long day. Actually, a long week. And that was putting it mildly. In fact, in Gabriel's ever so humble opinion, this had been the worst week in his entire life, and he was never one to exaggerate. ... Not that much, anyway. His heavy, flaxen mare gave a grunt and a toss of her mane, making the man raise a single brow at her. The crunch of dirt and gravel beneath her and his small cart was familiar and comforting, joining the faint sound of animals and insects in welcoming the night. It wasn't yet too terribly late, but it was certainly long past when he should have settled in for the night, and his horse knew it. "Now, stop making such a fuss," he murmured sweetly to her, watching with restrained delight as her ears moved in the way that he knew meant she was listening. "There's a girl. Just a little more now, we'll get you a good break, let you sleep in, get your little rear lost somewhere, spend hours looking for you in the morning, it'll be brilliant." He nodded, as if that settled the matter, and the horse gave a prompt, but rather disinterested, snort. "But, not before you act like you don't understand me in the least. Come now, you think I buy that? I know you're smarter than-" His brows shot up as they rounded a bend, a large but far from gleaming temple creeping into view not far off. He hardly even had a chance to take it in before his cart thumped over a large rock, lurching suddenly to one side. The sound of glass clattering together came from behind him, and as the front wheel met the ground again, there was a telling crack of wood. "-That. Did not sound good." A rustle from a mass of bushes a few yards away caught his attention. "... Oh hell." Gabriel stumbled as he reached the temple doors, catching himself before he could fall flat on his face. He huffed indignantly, a worn and stained sack in one hand, staring down at his own feet with one eyebrow arched. A wide rip in his long, brown robe showed only a small glimpse at a clotting scratch; another, much more subtle tear was at his lower leg. After a moment, he shook his head and shoved the doors open, his lips twitching into a smile. "Hello!" he called, his voice bright. "If there's anyone here that won't kill me, I'd love to know!"
		Posted 07-02-2012, 11:24 AM