Soft snow graced my skin lightly, the soothing snowflakes flittering past my body like butterflies. It was quiet and serene, this place seeming so undisturbed by urban business and warfare. If only that were true.
I hastily moved down the path, snowshoes crunching the ground to keep me steady as I made my way to a small village. It was, too, secluded from industrial construction but the occupants were still wary of the Beran intruders that lurked about. I did not find it too much of a threat here but still, I could feel the sorrow and worry of the inhabitants of El Nath.
The snow powder picked up faster as I tightened the hold I had on my cloak. The view up ahead the path was clouded by snow and fog but I could make out the outlines of huts. I calmly proceeded into the town. Of course, I had no actual reason of being here though it was a nice travel and good feeling to make sure Berans have not intruded this area--yet.
It was only a matter of time before the silence was interrupted by a man--no older than 50--running to me with a face of horror. Many thoughts raced in my mind of what could have made this man be this way but nevertheless my face looked content.
"Lady...?" The man began.
I finished his question, "Scarlence."
"Lady Scarlence. You are a high priestess am I correct?"
For a moment I pondered his question, wondering how he knew what I was but nodded my head slowly in response without question.
The man spoke, "My son is sick. May you give him a blessing? Oh please Lady Scarlence I beg of you!" He checked past my shoulder, out into the blank distance, "Before the Berans come and attack us."
I nodded politely and followed him. Blessings were always a pain sometimes; not many really were aware how painful it can be sometimes for the user. Pretty much sums up why most of those who do such things as a living normally were fragile people who hardly did anything too rigorous. Oh no, not me. I am a wanderer. I have lost my...colleague in a battle long ago. 'He has betrayed our country anyway,' I thought calming myself from horrid memories.
"Lady Scarlence," The man bowed respectfully as well as an elder lady.
Once again I looked around at my surroundings, I hadn't noticed I had taken my mind to a wholly different place and manage to continue following the man without pausing. I looked down in front of me to see a wooden bed and a young boy, shaking and coughing, his eyes closed. Probably trying to sleep. I only kept my cloak on but removed the thick gloves I wore to reveal pure soft, white ones. I laid my hand onto his sweating forehead, concentrating and muttering a faint prayer as blue energy channeled from my body to his. He struggled and squirmed a moment or two before settling down as I broke the transfer and stood back up putting on the thick gloves once again.
The man stepped forward, "Well?" He looked at me unsure as he found that his son seemed to act just as he did before the blessing. My gaze refused to meet with his as my voice was firm and austere.
"He won't receive any improvement immediately," My eyes blinked towards his direction, "but he will be fine within an hour or two. Do not stress meanwhile, I have done the best I can do."
The lady finally spoke and smiled kindly, "Thank you."
I nodded without an actual response and left.