Though she walks at a creeping, slow pace, the Divine Healer does so intentionally rather than from apparent pain and age. She does so for many reasons, but not for those you may absently assume. Her discerningly deliberate and almost sloth-like steps are made with care.
Not only does she never step on any living creature or plant (always determining it will survive unharmed, if she does), but she also does so out of an ethos of conserving energy while maximizing her mana flow into her controlled movement through space, time and living creatures.
She understands how she fits within nature, benefiting from it without any returned harm. This is mirrored in her every methodical movement. The Healer need not trample through a forest at a brisk pace to get exercise, as her every muscle is engaged when she walks or moves anywhere. She scoffs at those doing yoga, as her every waking moment, when not resting, is active and engaged in a controlled strength unheard of in any yogi.
The healer's enemies might always misjudge her strength, might and magic, but she counts on it. Her favorite fight is with a bully because she beams after putting them in their place--proving speed, strength and appearance don't win every battle.
Although she generally prefers the forest, she revels in occasional walks through sand. This day, the healer was summoned by General Sloan who ventured out to a protected and hidden sea cove, and never goes far without a protective entourage.
The Divine Healer loved walking in mix of light and dark sand. She didn't have to move as slowly when moving throug sand because she knew any sand creature was much faster than her. Plus, they often gently tickled her calloused feet from below in greeting when they recognized her slow steps.
She followed in back, as she often does, behind Dax Paragon, who giggled when the baby sand worms glided under his feet rushing to greet her. In front of him was a Stitch Leech, and ample guard for the small crew. Leading the line was a ghostly Soul Fiend who rarely knew where it was going, often wondered off, but yet always found its way back in the lead again somehow.
Their powers and mana were all dampened by the dense obsidian rocks that formed the sea cove around them. General Sloan wasn't worried, because she never had seen anyone here before on her journeys out to gather obsidian shards for her armor and weapons.
Today was different. Kelya also loves this place to scour and comb the sand to find the obsidian sea-glass worn soft and smoky by the sea's constant battering. She arrived out of the sea, rising swiftly surrounded by a trusty, albeit drenched Xenith Monk, an equally wet and indignant Furious Chicken, a Sea Pirate captain and a Creeping Ooze.
The monk, though often more peaceful, was quick in striking first and beginning the echoing battle that rung off the tall, obsidian coves cliff walls and killing the Soul Fiend with his first, decisive strike....
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