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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ferrix" data-source="post: 1719279" data-attributes="member: 6115">Kiera places her hands along the wounds of the creature, a warm smile across her face and then she begins to utter a prayer to Pelor, the words soft and quiet, like whispers.  "May the light of Pelor wash over you and through you.  May it pass without fear or trepidation through your heart and soothe our ragged forms of the pains we have felt.  May his radiance pour through me and from me."  The words chime and echo, as if separated from her voice.  Golden motes of light begin to form about her body, flitting about her hair, drifting in a sacred breeze.  Her hair wafts up, and the motes course into her body filling it with a golden light.  The aura of gold begins to spread from her hands and her breathing grows heavier and waves of heat wash off of her yet she sheds no sweat.  Across the body of the cat-like creature does the golden aura flow, a wafting smell of honey and open fields of grass bathed in sunlight hints in the air.  The small cuts and bruises covering the creature are suffused with golden light, and as it dims they are the last places to diffuse.Her breathing slows, she removes her hands from the creatures wounds, a slight weariness but happiness fills her visage and she helps the creature to its feet.  Pulling out one of her waterskins, she offers it to him and then looks to the sky at the lumins warnings.[ooc]burn my deathwatch for a cure light wounds 1d8+7hp[/ooc]</blockquote>

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