Of Lavender Athelasri the Healer

Of all the forms she as ever worn, the Soldier was most familiar to Lavender Athelasri. But what did soldiery matter here? Her current form was of a Healer, and so to Healing did her skill turn. It didn't prevent her from learning other forms of Magic, though she stayed away from overt attack spells on principle. So long as the attack spells she knew did no obvious damage, others would turn a blind eye. After all, just because civilized people avoided attacking Healers, it didn't mean the Barbarians would do the same.

"Evoking Snow in the height of summer, Healer Athelasri?" Knight Tazo asked, his green eyes sparkling with amusement, "And in the lower branches of Ydrassil also."

"Shut up," she snapped irritably, "Axons cannot abide cold and it's practically an oven on this level."

"But snow, Healer?"

"What were you expecting? A Monster Summons?" Lavender demanded, "I am a Healer, not a Mage!"

"You've certainly studied enough Magic to change your status," the Knight teased, "And look, is that a stiletto sewn into the undersides of your skirts? You could certainly pass for a Mage if you chose."

"I am a Healer, Knight Eriaden Tazo, and you had best stop distracting me and kill those damned Axons or Rogue Clementium of Lazarus will bleed out if the Axons don't kill us first!"

"All right, all right," the Knight chuckled, drawing his broadsword from its sheath on his back. "Salve my wounds with a kiss when I return, Healer?"

"You'll get a kiss from my dagger, alright," Lavender groused, "And avoid another head wound! You've had three this past week already!"

She ignored the screaming of the Axons as the Knight's blade cleaved through their ranks. Lavender was far too busy working to heal the Rogue's injuries to worry about nostalgia. She had been a Knight before she had become a Healer, and she missed the heady atmosphere of all out battle. But since she had died three Stellar Cycles ago and Respawned as a Healer, she had a new battlefield to think about.

And frankly, wresting Heros, Knights, Rogues, and Mages from grasp of the Dead Reapers was much more satisfying than the old swing and bash routine. She also saw much more in the way of chiseled physiques as a Healer than a Warrior Maiden anyway.

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