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Jonathan woke up like any other day. Elbion wasn’t a bad place to set up a performance area really. The people there were in need of entertainment just like anyone else. Jonathan was there and eager to provide.
He was fortunate; he had a good wagon. It was a garishly painted nightmare of green, orange, pink and blue. Jonathan loved it; it was his small and comfortable home with a tiny potbelly stove, a decent bed consuming the back wall, a small table, and decent storage space in the cabinets above. The tent was really just for appearances and advertising. Sometimes people couldn’t read and what said “performance” better than a lovely blue and green tent that announced his presence with loud color?
Jonathan got up from his bed, yawning and running his fingers through his red hair. He pawed around for a cigarette. He lit it, got up, and rugged on a pair of trousers. He never wore shoes and it had to be a formal occasion for him to be wearing a shirt. He had to practice today. It was his day off. He had no perfromances planned today, no big gestures of transmutation or working with Hob.
So he was taking his time wandering from the wagon into the tent. Hob was already there. The fae snorted at him, flicking one long rabbit ear. They extended down past his waist, and were the faes primary way of signaling his emotions. For instance, annoyance. The past few weeks had been hard on them both. Tips and sales had been down, and Jon was starting to have to count coins to keep them fed. Even worse, cattle and sheep were starting to disappear; a sure sign that Hob was dissatisfied.
“What’s got you pissy?” Jon asked, stretching himself and picking up a rock from the flattened soil. He coiled his fingers around it, smoothing his fingertips over the hard grey surface. It took a few seconds of concentration, but splits appeared in the surface of the rock. Petals curled away, and the stone bloomed like any other flower. Jon pulled his magic away, freezing the stone flower into blooming eternity.
‘We’ve been hungry for weeks. You shouldn’t be taking a day off. You don’t have enough sulfur to make fire flowers. The ones you did make are dwindling. We need to work!’ Hob snarled. His lips split and curled up, showing his black gums and ferocious teeth.
He was fortunate; he had a good wagon. It was a garishly painted nightmare of green, orange, pink and blue. Jonathan loved it; it was his small and comfortable home with a tiny potbelly stove, a decent bed consuming the back wall, a small table, and decent storage space in the cabinets above. The tent was really just for appearances and advertising. Sometimes people couldn’t read and what said “performance” better than a lovely blue and green tent that announced his presence with loud color?
Jonathan got up from his bed, yawning and running his fingers through his red hair. He pawed around for a cigarette. He lit it, got up, and rugged on a pair of trousers. He never wore shoes and it had to be a formal occasion for him to be wearing a shirt. He had to practice today. It was his day off. He had no perfromances planned today, no big gestures of transmutation or working with Hob.
So he was taking his time wandering from the wagon into the tent. Hob was already there. The fae snorted at him, flicking one long rabbit ear. They extended down past his waist, and were the faes primary way of signaling his emotions. For instance, annoyance. The past few weeks had been hard on them both. Tips and sales had been down, and Jon was starting to have to count coins to keep them fed. Even worse, cattle and sheep were starting to disappear; a sure sign that Hob was dissatisfied.
“What’s got you pissy?” Jon asked, stretching himself and picking up a rock from the flattened soil. He coiled his fingers around it, smoothing his fingertips over the hard grey surface. It took a few seconds of concentration, but splits appeared in the surface of the rock. Petals curled away, and the stone bloomed like any other flower. Jon pulled his magic away, freezing the stone flower into blooming eternity.
‘We’ve been hungry for weeks. You shouldn’t be taking a day off. You don’t have enough sulfur to make fire flowers. The ones you did make are dwindling. We need to work!’ Hob snarled. His lips split and curled up, showing his black gums and ferocious teeth.