Lots of papers piled up on Agatha's desk as she kept writing. All the details needed to be polished for the winter fair to be a success. It was her first try at making this village a better place, fulfilling everyone's needs.
Throughout the day, Agatha talked with the residents, inquiring about their interests and abilities. The list of alternative careers they could have pursued became larger and longer. She grinned with confidence that everything would be ok.
Agatha looked up from the papers and glanced at a corner of the living room. Tempest's bronze eyes were always there and she got used to seeking their approval. When she asked him something, he would nod, bark, howl, whimper, or simply hold her gaze.
