them gently and orderly so that they form a neat
stack. Maybe you even want the ingredients stacked in a certain order. You have
to decide and make your hands do it the way you want. It is the same with the vimara.
For healing, you have to direct the vimara at the injury and then will it to heal. Is it safe to assume you do not have healing knowledge? You do not
know how to repair a broken bone, do you?”
Reaylin huffed, “No, of course not. I told you, I am a warrior,
not a healer.” Her eyes darted to Rezkin, and she flushed slightly. Rezkin had
told her that he was both, but she was still not sure she believed him, despite
the fact that he had treated her injuries on more than one occasion.
“Then, if you would do this for me, I will help you call on
your vimara. You direct it at the injury and will it to heal, and I will
guide the actual healing of the injury so it heals properly. I will be doing
most of the difficult work, so you do not have to feel overwhelmed,” Wesson
explained cautiously. Reaylin looked like she was about to dismiss the whole
idea and bolt down the road with the rest of the party.
The young woman looked back at Rezkin. He was staring at her
intently with those beautiful crystal blue eyes. His gaze was judgmental but
not commanding. He was letting her make the decision, but she knew his
opinion of her depended on her making the right decision. Her voice was
barely above a whisper when she finally answered, “Okay.”
Wesson slapped his hands together, and he hopped a little
from foot to foot excitedly. “This is wonderful. Please, let us get started. I
do not want her to suffer anymore. I have had Shiela for years, you know. She
belonged to my master, but I had to use her when we traveled. He let me take
her when I finished my apprenticeship.”
A slow smile spread across Reaylin’s lips. “Your donkey’s
name is Shiela?”
The young mage nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes. I named
her, myself. A pretty name for a pretty lady.”
Reaylin snorted and then chuckled. Finally, her giggles
turned to all out laughter as she bent over holding her middle, releasing much
of her tension.
Wesson stared at the young woman as if she had lost her
mind. He turned his confused eyes toward Rezkin, who actually felt a slight natural
tug at the corners of his own lips. “I am sure you will find out soon enough,”
was all that he said in response to the unasked question.
The mage waved Reaylin over and then took her hand as he
guided her to the lame beast. “Okay, um…what was your name?” he said as he
realized he did not know.
“Reaylin de Voss, but just call me Reaylin…none of that
mistress stuff,” she informed.
“Okay, Reaylin. Place your hand here. You do not actually
have to touch the injury, just some part of the body, but new healers usually
find it easier to enforce their will the closer they are to the target. Some of
the most powerful, experienced healers do not have to be touching the body at
all, although they still must be within close proximity. Now, I am going to
send a bit of my vimara into you, and then you will feel a tug. I will be
trying to pull your vimara out of your well . You need to release it…let
it go,” the journeyman explained.
Reaylin nodded anxiously. “O-okay.”
While the two were focused on their work, Rezkin scanned
their surroundings. It was a pleasant, although entirely too warm, summer day.
The sun had started its descent toward the horizon long ago, and the buzzing of
cicadas had already begun. Every so often, he caught a yellow flash of light
from the darker shadows where tiny insects called to their mates. The air
turned crisp and a slight vibration invaded his flesh as the two mages began
pulling on their power. The hum of mage power had always been enticing to
Rezkin, as though somehow it was calling to him, but he had never had any power
of his own. As far as he knew, it was simply a general side effect of the mage
power.
Reaylin closed
stack. Maybe you even want the ingredients stacked in a certain order. You have
to decide and make your hands do it the way you want. It is the same with the vimara.
For healing, you have to direct the vimara at the injury and then will it to heal. Is it safe to assume you do not have healing knowledge? You do not
know how to repair a broken bone, do you?”
Reaylin huffed, “No, of course not. I told you, I am a warrior,
not a healer.” Her eyes darted to Rezkin, and she flushed slightly. Rezkin had
told her that he was both, but she was still not sure she believed him, despite
the fact that he had treated her injuries on more than one occasion.
“Then, if you would do this for me, I will help you call on
your vimara. You direct it at the injury and will it to heal, and I will
guide the actual healing of the injury so it heals properly. I will be doing
most of the difficult work, so you do not have to feel overwhelmed,” Wesson
explained cautiously. Reaylin looked like she was about to dismiss the whole
idea and bolt down the road with the rest of the party.
The young woman looked back at Rezkin. He was staring at her
intently with those beautiful crystal blue eyes. His gaze was judgmental but
not commanding. He was letting her make the decision, but she knew his
opinion of her depended on her making the right decision. Her voice was
barely above a whisper when she finally answered, “Okay.”
Wesson slapped his hands together, and he hopped a little
from foot to foot excitedly. “This is wonderful. Please, let us get started. I
do not want her to suffer anymore. I have had Shiela for years, you know. She
belonged to my master, but I had to use her when we traveled. He let me take
her when I finished my apprenticeship.”
A slow smile spread across Reaylin’s lips. “Your donkey’s
name is Shiela?”
The young mage nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes. I named
her, myself. A pretty name for a pretty lady.”
Reaylin snorted and then chuckled. Finally, her giggles
turned to all out laughter as she bent over holding her middle, releasing much
of her tension.
Wesson stared at the young woman as if she had lost her
mind. He turned his confused eyes toward Rezkin, who actually felt a slight natural
tug at the corners of his own lips. “I am sure you will find out soon enough,”
was all that he said in response to the unasked question.
The mage waved Reaylin over and then took her hand as he
guided her to the lame beast. “Okay, um…what was your name?” he said as he
realized he did not know.
“Reaylin de Voss, but just call me Reaylin…none of that
mistress stuff,” she informed.
“Okay, Reaylin. Place your hand here. You do not actually
have to touch the injury, just some part of the body, but new healers usually
find it easier to enforce their will the closer they are to the target. Some of
the most powerful, experienced healers do not have to be touching the body at
all, although they still must be within close proximity. Now, I am going to
send a bit of my vimara into you, and then you will feel a tug. I will be
trying to pull your vimara out of your well . You need to release it…let
it go,” the journeyman explained.
Reaylin nodded anxiously. “O-okay.”
While the two were focused on their work, Rezkin scanned
their surroundings. It was a pleasant, although entirely too warm, summer day.
The sun had started its descent toward the horizon long ago, and the buzzing of
cicadas had already begun. Every so often, he caught a yellow flash of light
from the darker shadows where tiny insects called to their mates. The air
turned crisp and a slight vibration invaded his flesh as the two mages began
pulling on their power. The hum of mage power had always been enticing to
Rezkin, as though somehow it was calling to him, but he had never had any power
of his own. As far as he knew, it was simply a general side effect of the mage
power.
Reaylin closed
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