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"Healing Injuries"
Allura shook her head as she rung out a piece of fabric and dabbed the other fey's face with it. She needed to bring his fever down before she could heal the injury across his nose. This was the first time she had seen this particular fey.
She was well known in the magical world as a healer and a trainer of healers. Her apprentices had been sent out into the world to heal those who needed it and to send those who were hurt worse to her. This wind fey had been sent to her by her favorite apprentice by the name of Lance. Lance was a water fey with a talent for healing. She knew that if Lance sent someone to her that they really needed her help.
This fey was a wind fey and was quite handsome in her opinion. He had the darkest color hair like the night sky except for the forelock, which was longer and as white as the lily, and his eyes were the color of storm clouds, which she had seen for the briefest moment before he collapsed. His wings were unusual. They consisted of black feathers, but there was a swatch of white that went in a vertical stripe down each wing as if they were struck by lightning, but the signs of a lightning strike were absent.
Allura worked tirelessly throughout the night to bring down his fever, and the sun was just peeking over the horizon before his fever broke. She smiled as she set aside the bowl of water and cloth. She grabbed a clean cloth and wiped down his face, so she could heal the injury across his nose. Once his face was clean, she held her hands above his nose injury and focused her power.
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Shiro's eyes fluttered as he felt better. The being that greeted his eyes was a gorgeous fey. Her hair was the color of the moonlight, and her eyes (which had opened briefly before they closed again) were the color of the oceans. Her wings were prismatic, transparent yet shimmering. He just wished he felt better and could ask the vision before his eyes her name.
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