Boots tapped rhythmically, announcing her arrival. The tent flap lifted, revealing a young woman whose striking appearance could turn anyone's head. Her sharp green eyes were intense, a captivating contrast against her dark reddish-brown hair. Clad in a practical yet sophisticated battle dress of the same of her peers ensuring that the uniform color made her stand in the same unit as them, it was clear that she was not just any mage. The dress allowed her to move freely, it’s cut, though somewhat provocative and arguably befitting, while accentuating her feminine charm.
Taking a step inside the tent her eyes soon found Varis, she smiled. “Sir, you called for me?” she asked.
Varis removed his hand on the young girl. Standing up and beckoning her over. He kept an eye on the girl as he addressed the woman before them. She eyed the newcomer, wary of her but otherwise didn’t react.
“Look her over, see if she needs additional healing and keep an eye on her.” his order tilted her head.
“The woman’s smile faded. With a sigh of resignation, Elysia complied. "Just for the record, I’m a battle mage, not a nurse," she mumbled, more to herself than anyone else. As she complained she took Varis’ place by the young girl's side, sitting on the bed. “Alright, little one,” Elysia started, her voice softening as she spoke to Ravina. Each word was slower and more precise. “I'm going to examine you now. Let me know if anything hurts.”
She extended her hand above Ravina's body, fingers splayed wide. The girl shuttered a little as her hand approached her, an odd feeling pulling her stomach as wisps of soft emerald light began to dance from the woman’s fingertips. The subtle light swirling around her hand, formed an intricate, gleaming web of magical energy that began to pulse with the rhythm of her heart.
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Ravina watched, purple eyes widening at the mesmerizing spectacle, her discomfort momentarily forgotten as she was pulled into the strange dance of light. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen - equal parts beautiful and intimidating.
With a careful motion, Elysia lowered her still glowing hand, holding it inches from the girl still wrapped up in her blanket. Her hand fell over Ravina's figure. The young girl felt a slight pull as she moved her hand up and down. The floating threads of energy seemed to react to her, pulsing brighter over some areas, dimmer over others - For the master of the mythical thread, she could gain a vivid picture of Ravina's physical condition.
“All done,” Elysia finally announced, retracting her hand and allowing the luminous tendrils of energy to fade back into her fingertips and into the open air. She straightened in her seat. Taking in a breath as she rolled her neck. Facing Varis she gave her report. “Healthy enough,” she said, her voice betraying a hint of strain. A smile flickered on her lips as she met Varis's inquiring gaze. As she said, she was a battle mage not a healer. Her color was red, perhaps with a little orange, she was nowhere near the shade of yellow needed for such a delicate task.
“Healthy enough for a girl or for the daughter of a count?” Varis questioned, causing the woman’s mouth to fall open.
“I...uh, I think I should give it another shot, just to be safe!” Elysia's hurriedly responded. Spinning her mana once again into a delicate web of energy, she examined the girl slowly. This time as it flowed into her it brought a soothing warmth, lifting the pain that seeped into her muscles.
“Good,” Varis said simply. He watched over the spell being cast. Allowing the young girl to enjoy the sensation as she relaxed under the mythic light.