I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Dark brows rose high in surprise at the offer. "Really? That would be... I mean, yes, of course. I will come. Thank you." The smile widened into a dazzling grin of glee; never one to actually contain her happiness, Seren shot up and made a little twirl before collapsing down again. Wriggling about like a puppy, she ignored Umbra's huffy protests; the dragon had very rudely been punted from her lap in the process, and all but muttered to himself as he scrabbled to get back into her lap. Little puffs of dark smoke rose from his nostrils, and Seren had to wave them off with a grimace - it stank of sulfur.
"I think it's quite generally accepted that healers are blunt," she offered, "at least with doctors. Or maybe nurses... apparently they're either the sweet and gentle sort, or the kind that make patients shiver in fear under their blankets." It was the impression she had, at least; of course, Seren had never actually spent time in a hospital herself. "Now, what you really want is a good healing shift. You would make a nice unicorn; stab people who act stupid, them heal them when they start to listen. I'm sure the gods would not mind, or what do you say?" Her grin took on an impish quality; whether she was jesting and to what degree was hard to say.
"I think it's quite generally accepted that healers are blunt," she offered, "at least with doctors. Or maybe nurses... apparently they're either the sweet and gentle sort, or the kind that make patients shiver in fear under their blankets." It was the impression she had, at least; of course, Seren had never actually spent time in a hospital herself. "Now, what you really want is a good healing shift. You would make a nice unicorn; stab people who act stupid, them heal them when they start to listen. I'm sure the gods would not mind, or what do you say?" Her grin took on an impish quality; whether she was jesting and to what degree was hard to say.
Seren
