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A friendlier face in this world of strangeness. Gray and white silk ripples over chiseled muscle as Tor approaches Faelene, the tobiano acting as smoothly as a river flowing downstream. Mauja's and the mare's words are heartily approved of by Tor, but she does not respond to them. Instead, she allows herself to look over a torn shoulder quickly. It's basic, more easy than burns are to heal. Burns, after all, require many months, sometimes even a year or so, to heal naturally, especially if they had melted down to the bones. Only once in her apprenticeship to the shaman had she seen that- it had been a grisly sight of muscle, fat, and a white strip of bone. The unicorn had been burnt by a full-sized dragon, and had been badly scarred on the entire left side of its body, even after many healing rituals and session.
The mender's eyes swiftly cut through the injury to the heart of it, and she allows herself a moment to prepare herself for the energy that will ebb from her. Once again, Tor opens the gateway into the healing magic, and releases it in a soft exhale on the black soldier's wound. Although she could, technically, remain five feet away and simply focus on it, breathing out on it helped the energy work more in one place, and tended to be less hard on her. Her meaning Tor. Immediately, pink and red flesh begins to knit together, entwining tendrils of crimson muscle form strong bonds, and the infection that was about to set in left. Although Tor had healed herself only once or twice, she could still recall the bizarre twinging and sparking feeling the healing had, as well as the scent of dark earth.
After the wound was mostly healed, Tor shut the golden gates inside her head firmly, pushing back the magic straining to flow out. The deep wound was hardly more than a shallow scrape. It would definitely be sore, but the pain Faelene would feel would recede swiftly and it would heal even quicker. With the smallest of frowns, Tor let herself take stock again on the wound. Yes, much better. Apart from a couple of irregulateries deeper with the muscle, which she fixed immediately. "Better, yes? And I will heal you as well, should you accept it." Tor turned her head to face the more intimidating black bull. In fact, she would prefer an angry Mauja over the massive black unicorn (ducorn?) anyday.
"talk talk talk"
move move move
think think think
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