Panacea
It was an absolutely beautiful day. The sun warmed Panacea's face as she glanced up, taking in the light. When she had the opportunity, Panacea enjoyed her long walks and wanderings. She did not always get the chance to do so with her schedule, but she was working on actually getting off her island for more than just work.
She hoisted her bag farther up on her back, and shielded her eyes, looking forward, when something glimmering catches her eye. It was a quick flash of light out of the corner of her eye and caused her to stop. She moves her head again, hoping to catch it. There, she thinks, and walks towards it. Panacea is surprised when, what could pass for poorly kept shrubbery and grounds was a bench. She pulls her bag off of her shoulder to the ground, and she searches through her bag for a cloth and one of her water containers. She pours a small amount of water on the cloth, and begins to wipe at the object. Holy shit. It's a shrine. She begins to wipe away the dirt and grime, to reveal a stained glass bench. Panacea begins to zone out, finding peace in her cleaning and the comfort of the sun and breeze.
Panacea nearly jumps out of her skin when a face pops up out of no where and a curious voice asks, "What are you doing?" With wide eyes, Panacea places a hand on her chest and can feel her heart pounding. She stands and is face to face with a woman a few inches shorter than her. Since when could glitter speak?
"I'm cleaning off this shrine. Or at least I think it's a shrine." She glances back down at it. "Honestly, it's so dirty at this point, I'm not sure anyone knows that something is here."
She hoisted her bag farther up on her back, and shielded her eyes, looking forward, when something glimmering catches her eye. It was a quick flash of light out of the corner of her eye and caused her to stop. She moves her head again, hoping to catch it. There, she thinks, and walks towards it. Panacea is surprised when, what could pass for poorly kept shrubbery and grounds was a bench. She pulls her bag off of her shoulder to the ground, and she searches through her bag for a cloth and one of her water containers. She pours a small amount of water on the cloth, and begins to wipe at the object. Holy shit. It's a shrine. She begins to wipe away the dirt and grime, to reveal a stained glass bench. Panacea begins to zone out, finding peace in her cleaning and the comfort of the sun and breeze.
Panacea nearly jumps out of her skin when a face pops up out of no where and a curious voice asks, "What are you doing?" With wide eyes, Panacea places a hand on her chest and can feel her heart pounding. She stands and is face to face with a woman a few inches shorter than her. Since when could glitter speak?
"I'm cleaning off this shrine. Or at least I think it's a shrine." She glances back down at it. "Honestly, it's so dirty at this point, I'm not sure anyone knows that something is here."
// 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 //
