Gabrielle offered the barest of nods, whether to Seychelle or the attendants, not even she was completely sure. As they left the workshop, the magician began to slowly drag her feet back outside, towards her wagon.<br/><br/>Seeing Seychelle always made her feel like this, despite her sister's exuberance. She felt like she should be happy or excited, but seeing her in that state always reminded Gabrielle of how she'd died. How she hadn't been there to stop it. She was supposed to protect her.<br/><br/>Before long she found herself at her quaint little home, filled with knickknacks and trinkets from her travels, many of them stolen while a particularly bothersome heckler had been distracted by particularly vivid and horrifying hallucinations. She casually tossed herself onto the bed and began to ponder her tricks for tonight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>