There is love in your body but you can't hold it in,
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin,
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks,
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

Light curled, a feverish blaze, steamed, ignited before her eyes, and for a moment or two she closed them, the scorching brilliance a blinding temptation. The core of the earth was molten, simmering beneath her hooves, driving the sumptuous decadence of heat, infernal, vigor and vitality coerced from the daunting flames. Only when the inferno no longer emblazoned her lids did she trust herself to open them, posturing herself a witness of a god. Her mouth formulated an audible gasp; she’d never laid her gaze upon a deity before, never had the courage to believe herself worthy of their presence, and the illumination of the sun’s immortality made her ethereal beauty, grace, and elegance obsolete. Gilded flames, elongated horns, magnificent wings, overwhelming and compelling. She struggled, for slender, minute seconds, for words to form in her mouth, for the munitions of her mission. She almost retreated, nearly surrendered to reeling thoughts that she was ultimately inferior, that she’d dreamed this, that a hallucination rendered her incomplete again. Yet, she didn’t move. She didn’t sway; she didn’t withdraw, because if she were anything - it was strong. Her heart, and all its convictions, couldn’t allow her world to be ripped and torn again, bleeding, gasping, shreds and splinters thrown to the ground. Lena, still fae, still nymph, drew a breath from the flames and drifted her honeyed stare to the sovereign’s gaze, lips turning into a vivid, blessed smile. “Thank you.” Forever humbled, eternally simple against the fervor of his might, she bowed again, for his presence, for his appearance, for the ability to have her wish granted. Her words, soft, silken, satin, glided against the conflagration, burning in the combustion, sought the beams of his rays, into the squall of heat and divinity. “I aspire for healing magic, to soothe the members of my herd when they are hurt and ailing. How may I acquire this enchantment?” The grin, despite the heat, never melted from her features, the source of her valiancy in the crooning world of power and brawn.