Panacea
Panacea blinks in confusion. A splendor of rainbows dance through her vision, quickly followed by a shadow. A voice catches the wind calling out "Hey! You good down there?". Panacea glances around in confusion, until she looks up. Standing at the bow of a, well a sailboat, is a beautiful woman, with hair in an updo Panacea could only dream of attempting, a beautiful loose dress and Is that a dragon?.
"Uh, yah! I'm good!" Panacea scrunches her face and glances around to make sure she isn't being tricked or dreaming. Her hair whips around in the wind, and she uncouthly spits her hair from her mouth "The damn island changed again! So I am starting my morning chores by trying to find my morning chores.". The sun shines in such a way, that Panacea cannot see the woman's face, but tales of a woman in Torchline with a dragon nips at the back of her mind. She not only sells her healing abilities while in Kaiholo Port, but she also takes advantage of the local dive bars and street food. Her anxiety spikes with an overwhelming feeling that she should know who this person is, and that she probably shouldn't be so crude about her little (though sometimes large) plot of land.
Trying to gain some composure and hopefully come off as a little less rude she calls out again, "How are you this fine morning? Is there anything I can help you with? My name is Panacea, I am a healer. May I ask your name?"
"Uh, yah! I'm good!" Panacea scrunches her face and glances around to make sure she isn't being tricked or dreaming. Her hair whips around in the wind, and she uncouthly spits her hair from her mouth "The damn island changed again! So I am starting my morning chores by trying to find my morning chores.". The sun shines in such a way, that Panacea cannot see the woman's face, but tales of a woman in Torchline with a dragon nips at the back of her mind. She not only sells her healing abilities while in Kaiholo Port, but she also takes advantage of the local dive bars and street food. Her anxiety spikes with an overwhelming feeling that she should know who this person is, and that she probably shouldn't be so crude about her little (though sometimes large) plot of land.
Trying to gain some composure and hopefully come off as a little less rude she calls out again, "How are you this fine morning? Is there anything I can help you with? My name is Panacea, I am a healer. May I ask your name?"
// He who has health, has hope. He who has hope, has everything. //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //
