“But Gemma, you could change the world.”
“That should take far more than my power,” I say.
“True. But change needn’t happen all at once. It can be small gestures.”
“Moments. Do you understand?” He’s looking at me differently now, though I cannot say how. I only know I need to look away…
We pass by the pools, where the mud larks sift. And for only a few seconds, I let the magic loose again.
“Oi! By all the saints!” a boy cries from the river.
“Gone off the dock?” an old woman calls. The mud larks break into cackles.
“‘S not a rock!” he shouts. He races out of the fog, cradling something in his palm.
Curiosity gets the better of the others. They crowd about trying to see. In his palm is a smattering of rubies. “We’re rich mates! It’s a hot bath and a full belly for every one of us!”
Kartik eyes me suspiciously. “That was a strange stroke of good fortune.”
“Yes it was.”
“I don’t suppose that was your doing.”
“I’m not sure I don’t know what you mean,” I say.