A week from home, and it already felt a lifetime away. The thing about growing up behind city walls was that the world felt small, right up until the moment you stepped out into it, and it just kept going. There was something unquestionably freeing about gazing out into the distance and seeing nothing but rolling hills and grassy fields as far as the eye could see - not a decrepit shack or looming fortress in sight to mar the view. It made Theo wonder why he'd never thought to do this before.
The answer wasn't far to find. As freeing as the great unknown was, it was just that: unknown. He had no earthly idea what was around the next turn or over the next hill, save from what the other travelers had told him. Not like home, where he could tell you the eighteen different routes to get from Alamather's by the Water up to the Bellblade Throne, how long each of them would take you, and what times of day you had to watch for the guards doing their rounds along each way.
Theo didn't like not knowing everything he could expect, in the same instant that he loved it. It was dangerous, but it was exciting. Like the thrill of a risky job, but in smaller doses every time they turned a corner. Still, he'd never have taken the dive and found out how much he enjoyed it (despite his better judgment) if he hadn't been forced to. So he supposed some good things did come of having a price on your head, sometimes.
Now there was a thought he'd have a hard time explaining.
As the day waned, Theo was - as he'd spent much of the journey - perched on the edge of the frontmost wagon, legs dangling down over the road. His pack was sat next to him, one cord still carefully looped around his arm that he might sling it over his shoulder at a moment's notice. The young sorcerer was busying himself in a familiar fashion - performing magic tricks to entertain the small gaggle of children that were trotting alongside his cart.
A shimmering dragon formed of sparks burst to life from his palm, flying a few feet into the air and unleashing a shower of glittering dust from its tiny maw. The sparkling motes drifted down onto the little ones below, to their delight, and they fell over themselves trying to catch them from the air to no avail.
"Awh, nobody got any?" he lamented, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Dang, I guess that means no wishes for you guys today. Better luck next time?"
"It's impossible, mister!" one of the older girls - called Annie, if he recalled correctly - protested with a huff. "I had one right in my hand and it went straight through!"
"Well," Theo regarded her with a grin. "If it were easy, then how could anyone expect to get a wish out of it? The world would be a very messy place if everyone got a wish just like that," he snapped his fingers in time with the word, creating another burst of sparks. "Still, I'd hate for you to feel cheated, little miss, so how 'bout I strike you a deal?"
"What's that then?" Annie questioned, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
"If you keep your wish something small, like, say... making your rations taste like candied apples, I can give you that one as a freebie."
The offer was quickly followed by a chorus of protests and pleas from the others, but Theo was quick to quiet them. "Ah ah ah! No wheedling needed! I suppose if Annie's feeling generous, she could ask for me to make everyone's rations taste like something nicer. How about it?"
The older girl glanced around at her peers as though carefully considering the question, clearly enjoying the sudden position of power she held over them. After a moment though, she nodded - benevolent dictator that she was. "A'right, I suppose."
The chorus shifted to cheers and woops, and each of the kids started yelling out what they wanted their rations to taste like, while Theo just laughed and sat back, resting one arm atop his bag and watching the chaos with a grin.
He could get used to being a celebrity like this. It was a shame that people past their childhood years were a shade more cynical. If they weren't giving him the stink-eye for witchcraft, they were rolling their eyes dismissively at his parlor tricks. He supposed that there was no pleasing everyone, and for now, he'd be happy with his decidedly-easy-to-please crowd of under-twelves. They'd certainly kept the days from being boring thus far.