Time to Leave

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Time to Leave
Part 1: Magic

Rosilio:

“I love the stars.”
Valeriana stared up at the night sky. Stretched out on her back and using the soft grass as a comforting mattress, she watched the streaks of falling stars blink in and out of existence. She was softly rubbing the tender flesh that surrounded the rawness from a burn received trying to harvest amber from the ground.

“Maybe, some day, Jena will return to us and take you for a ride among them.”
Suibom was also looking to the sky, but it was more out of distraction than to watch the evening display. Valeriana could tell something was on his mind, but chose not to pursue it, content with counting the stars.

“Val, this island has grown too small for me. I need to leave.” He said, sounding as if he were somewhere in the distance.

“I've heard it before.” Val said with a smile, still counting falling stars.

“I know you have, Val. But this time it is actually happening. My things are packed and I just need to complete some errands before I go. I will be leaving in a couple of days.” Slowly, a cloud seemed to cover Suibom's mood, “The whispers grow day by day that a war is on the horizon. I must join our kin in Yrkanis and help with the rebuilding. I plan to join a mighty guild and continue my training. If war does come to us, I will be ready.”

“Continue your training? You plan to be a mighty farmer?” Valeriana snorted softly with a giggle.

Suibom stood up, apparently missing the joke. He looked down at Valeriana and closed his eyes, arms out slightly away from his sides with the palms up, as if he were opening himself to her. Valeriana looked at him from the ground, waiting for something but unsure of what. She watched as his breath became deeper and more rhythmic. Her eyes grew wide as he began to lift into the air. She scrambled up from her bed of grass and watched Suibom, jaw slack with amazement; watched his hands begin to form a glow as he drew them to his chest and curled into a fetal position three feet off the ground, hovering stationary. A bright light began to form from somewhere within his chest, warmth and energy emanating strongly from it.

Suddenly Suibom flared open, releasing the healing energy in a bolt. Valeriana jumped back and caught her breath as the bolt consumed her, the healing energy spiral up through her body. It filled her with an ecstatic glow. And in that instant, the glow was gone. Valeriana looked down at her arm, knowing what she would find but not believing it. The pain and tenderness were gone, as was any trace that her arm had been hurt. She looked back up to Suibom, who was smiling broadly.

“You're a healer!?!” She gasped, the shock quite apparent in her voice.

“Not primarily,” He said, sitting back down on the grass, “but I know enough to heal light wounds. I know you have many questions, but they will have to wait. We need to get some sleep, I have a lot to do tomorrow and there are a few people I want you to meet before I leave.”

With that, Suibom began to walk back to the small encampment they called home.

Valeriana watched him walk away for a moment, then shouted after him “And all this time I thought you were just playin hooky at the kipee ponds!” She layed back down on the grass and resumed watching the stars, deep in contemplation. “Stinkin boys.” she said while stifling a yawn. Too many thoughts were racing through her mind and it made her realize how sleepy she really was. Valeriana stood back up and began to walk after Suibom, back to the camp, back to her bed.

Deep in thought.