Nawain/Logs/20240621

 She straightens the golden wildlace tassels at each end of the verdant prayer mat into neat little rows as she kneels upon the mossy textile, surrounded by dozens of goldenglow glaes butterflies. With a quiet familiarity that that she rarely feels when communing with any of the Thirteen, the Rakash cleric closes her eyes and prays to Enelne. "Mother of Life, I offer You an act of devotion. In Your name, and under Your seal I will continue to keep these realms healed, no matter what happens with magic. Life is all. Let Life prevail." 

She lays her hand on her herb case, filled once more with the most potent remedies she can craft, each lovingly marked with the holy turinstil, and nods, rising to her feet with a glint in her eye and a determined jut to her chin. She reverently rolls up the prayer mat and tucks it away, heading towards Crossing's Empath guild at a trot.