Path to Healing
Our room was small and cramped, with two small beds and a single large wardrobe. The two widows were shuttered, leaving it lit by only a single light crystal in the ceiling that left it feeling dim and gloomy. The moment the door was shut, I waved my staff, and the shadows recoiled as a shimmering circle flared open. Fable burst through the portal in a dance of starlight, filling the small room with his presence.
My lips parted, a relieved sigh on the edge of my breath, but my lungs hitched as his eyes locked with mine. Before I could protest, he pounced toward me, a joyous whirlwind of silver and starlight. I barely had time to flee to a bed before he pinned me down with a massive paw, the tips of his fur brushing my skin, sending tingles racing through. It felt rough and sudden, yet somehow gentle, and his assault avoided igniting the Sunpurge.