<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Akonoh, Arorius, Dorn<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sara narrowed her eyes at Akonoh, and smacked a palm against her own hip, in a manner usually reserved for women holding a riding crop and wearing a lot more black leather.<br/><br/>“My dear,” Sara purred coolly, “Winning the fight is merely just<em>good enough</em>. And I’m sure you want to be much more than just good enough, as do the rest of us. If you never spare a moment for introspection because ‘we won’, well...everyone is ‘winning’ up to the moment they aren’t. And then you’ve wiped! Or forced the warriors to waste their healing and status-cure potions when you might’ve done so with mere MP! Next thing you know you’re getting lamer drops, or missing the secret treasure rooms. To say nothing of the fact that you’re taking longer to win than you might have, and our most precious commodity is time. Tsk, tsk, tsk…”<br/><br/>“Need I remind you of how you got distracted by those trash mobs on this raid? Leave that for the warriors you can mop them up lickity-split. Our warriors are here to serve up pain and damage and aggro-locking to the enemies...you are simply here to serve<em>them</em>. Why, I ought to just take you over my knee and…in fact I think I just might, and soon, unless one our warriors takes a<em>very</em>firm hand to correct your trunculant attitude himself…” She glanced around thoughtfully at the others moving into the cottage.<br/><br/><br/>Luckily, perhaps, for Akonoh, Sara was more than placated by the far more reasonable, to her mind, manner of Artorius. Sara placed a gentle hand in his pink hair, and sipped from her goblet as she listened, and stood above him with her robe hanging open and her pearlescent-lingerie’d bod hovering above the kneeling lad. And hover she did - her translucent-corseted decolletage jutting from her torso, defying gravity, like soft white moons in the sky above the devoutly praying Artorius.<br/><br/>“Now this…” Sara smiled sweetly, and her eyes flashed to Anokoh, “<em>This</em>is exactly what you should strive to. Our brave little Artorius did well, and, if you’ll recall and he has so chivalrously confessed, did have a bit of a gaffe not unlike yours, distracted by a foe...But the most important thing, you see, and which he shows us he understands: is to<em>learn</em>from those little mistakes. To become bigger-” she stroked Arty’s cheek, “-better-” she dipped fingers into her own wine goblet, and then traced the tips across Arty’s forehead, leaving a little glistening image of the rune of the same healing goddess who stood in the form of a marble nude behind her in the chapel. She swiped more wine, across Arty’s lips now, and she chanted.<br/><br/>“The goddess hears your prayers,<br/>Her life and love flow upon and through you,<br/>The goddess smiles upon her devout players,<br/>Who gain experience and wisdom true.”<br/><br/>Sara again caressed Arty’s fine facial features and hair in a gentle, loving manner. Still she stood over him, so close that her shin brushed between the legs of the kneeling lad, as she fell into a softer sort of prayer, “Feel the goddess inspiring you. She your mistress yet also your personal muse. Feel yourself growing...rising to new heights of purpose, new firmity of resolve. Feel the call of your purpose, to bestow the sacred white light of your healing powers upon those closest to you.”<br/><br/>As she chanted this, she got a thoughtful look upon her face as she glanced through the chapel door, and over to the imposing Dorn who had made himself at home upon some of the seating of the main room (a fact well to Sara’s liking).<br/><br/>“Dorn, my lord…” she called, “Darling Artorius here has seen the goddess’s glimmers of wisdom, and realized that perhaps he ought to’ve let warriors...such as, perhaps yourself it seems to me...deal with such predicaments as drawing that one dragon’s aggro away from the other healers, rather than take such burdens upon himself. I am glad you have made yourself at home here, for you are always very welcome...but you do look like you could use a drink. Artorius my dear, perhaps you might see to any need of libations our lord Dorn has, or such needs like it. I sense he may have some pearls of wisdom to bestow upon you. Such as about how you could have stuck to your role as healer and thus better served him in doing his.”