Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-30014014-20190419044442

Joseph wavers his hand encircled by the triad of feathers, each outlined with a word inscribed in arcane, azure letter in foreign alphabet. They shine brightly...

...and particles assemble over the injured Samuel with slightly bigger ones consisting of leaves similar to Joseph's, his own taking over his arm in a distorted dance.

''Soothe. Mend. Rejuvenate.''

The wounds assailing Samuel are themselves assailed by tranquil particles, quietly nutured over as the gaps closes, the bones reconstitute, the blood flows anew in his veins. Everything is reconstructed as if never present, for the mantra does not allow the imperfection of injury's affront of presence.