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Virtual hugs to both of you. Sorry you're in pain, and I wish there were something I could do to help. If my sympathies and good wishes can help, you have them.

It is possible to keep at a higher speed if you bring a string of horses. Once the one you are riding gets tired, you switch to another one. This obviously won't let you gallop all the time but it will allow you to keep moving at a walk or even alternating between trot and walk for longer distances. Thing is, just having horses requires infrastructure. Especially good riding horses. At the very least it requires stores of food that will allow you to travel without having to spend inordinate amounts of time allowing the horse (or horses) to graze. Those bags of grain or horse feed that are so popular took farms and craftsmen to prepare. So did the saddle and tack, for that matter. And the horseshoes.

Ah, Mage. I always had a twist to my White Wolf characters, for various reasons. My favorite mage, that I played the most, was a pantheist in the Celestial Chorus. The Chorus is extremely biased toward monotheism (doesn't much care what name you use for your one God)... and I justified it and made it work. Another character I wrote up some backstory for, but never played, was a quantum-mechanics-based Dreamspeaker. Dreamspeakers are stereotypically tribal shamans and witch doctors; you don't expect to find one who understands nuclear physics.

Actually, that's an Irving Berlin song Oh How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning

In that round container with the removable plastic lining?

Well, Mary of Exeter didn't have any problem with archers, at least as far as I'm aware, but she did get into a fight with some hawks the Germans kept. They wounded her in the neck and right breast, but she was able to return to duty after two months. On a later mission she had a run in with someone with a scatter gun, got her wingtip shot off and several pellets in her body. She was eventually retired after being hit by shrapnel, tearing her neck muscles badly, but still she got through. Her owner made a leather harness that allowed her to keep her head up even though the muscles were just so much minced meat. Her retirement was however not to be as pleasantly quiet as a Lady with her merits deserve as in 1942 the germans managed to drop a bomb on the loft where she was spending her days. But once again she pulled through and survived even this, though a lot of the other pigeons in the loft were killed. She was presented with the Dickin Medal in November of 1945, and eventually died in 1950. With no dropped packages she had a pretty good record...

Heck, in a story I'm writing (what's done is published on the Wapsi Square forum) I have a couple of characters eating in a certain restaurant in Minneapolis. I mention what they are eating. You could walk into that restaurant with a friend and order the same thing. It's real. (I use that to shoot down the "it's all true or it's all lies" crowd, because that part of the story IS true, as are a number of other details such as typical driving time between the university area of Saint Paul and the nearest Wal-Mart, but as for the overall story... well, while eating at that restaurant in real life you won't have a pair of centaurs eating at the next table, and I'm pretty sure there aren't three werewolf art-school students renting a basement apartment near the university.) While it's possible I've passed through Minneapolis/St Paul once or twice, I can't say for sure that I have, and I've definitely never been there in any meaningful sense. The internet is very helpful to writers.

And, after all I've gone through today to be able to watch tv, I now have a migraine and don't want to watch TV. I am really less than gruntled about a large number of things but I think the migraine is what pushed me over the top. Off to take drugs and hope for the best.