<strong>Name:</strong>Isolde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Macedon [Woodland Area -- Clearing]<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Senadra, Blaque, Kira<br/><br/><br/>Isolde watched the stranger intently while they stood upward to test the potency of the recovery spell. She noticed from the corner of her eye that the stranger graced her with a curt nod and a warm smile. The stranger stretched her arm several different ways testing the mobility which seemed to have made a full recovery. Afterward, she bent over to pick up the axe which lay nearby on the ground. The amount of recovery from such a lesser heal surprised even the young cleric who had performed the feat. The young woman nodded in approval of her own work. She was just glad that her healing was able to be of some assistance, especially to someone who seemed truly deserving. Afterwards, Senadra began to address Isolde and her earlier desire to know the identities of the strangers that she had met. Isolde immediately began to regret her decision upon learning the entirety of Senadra’s background, the destruction of her village included. She averted her eyes from Senadra realizing that the wounds that she had incurred were probably due to those tragic circumstances.<strong>“I am sorry… I should not have pried,”</strong>the young woman stated apologetically. After quickly expressing her remorse, she quietly returned to listening to whatever else Senadra might have wanted to say.<br/><br/>Isolde was slightly shocked by the request of Senadra. The young cleric bit her lip nervously as she had never attempted to heal anything that was not of human descent. She had recalled many accounts of stories which spoke of clerics healing wyverns, among other creatures. The young woman doubted that the orphanage mother would make up such stories, especially considering the high level clerics which had come from that very institution. After mentally weighing the pros and cons of the situation, Isolde nodded meekly towards Senadra showing her consent to heal the wyvern or at the very least, attempt to heal the creature. She slowly walked towards the sleeping creature and looked over the injuries which covered its body. She mentally noted the deeper wounds which would require more concentration, as well as something else which she found curious. The young woman chuckled to herself upon finding what she had been searching for; hopefully, Senadra would find this information useful in the future.<br/><br/>While she was beginning to concentrate in order to perform her healing spell, Isolde was caught off guard by a foreign voice which echoed from not so far away within the wood.<strong>“Blaque,”</strong>Isolde muttered quietly to herself in the form of a question. Had that been the male stranger who had chosen not to introduce himself? She closed her eyes trying to calm the frustration of having been interrupted. When the woman finally made her entrance, it was obvious that she had just returned from cleansing herself in a nearby water source of some sort. The male responded to the foreign woman confirming that the name had indeed been his own. His response was very short and seemingly uninterested in the situation.<em>‘He does not seem to be very fun…’</em>Isolde noted turning her attention instead to the strange woman who appeared to also be a more physically-based warrior.<br/><br/><strong>“I need some quiet. Please refrain from speaking,”</strong>Isolde stated bluntly returning back to the task at hand. The creature appeared to have woken up at some point during the commotion. As to not antagonize the creature, Isolde only put forth her left arm giving him a few minutes to be accustomed to her presence. The wyvern lifted its neck from where it lay and raised its head towards the arm which she had put out. It growled low in its throat while simultaneously sniffing the extended arm and slowly moved inward smelling her chest until it was satisfied. The young cleric shuddered nervously having the creature so close.<br/><br/>Soon after, the wyvern snorted returning back to its initial location lying on the ground. Isolde kneeled closer to the creature and touched the side of the beast reassuringly. She wasted no time in casting the spell and truly hoped for the best outcome. After finishing, the young woman smiled brightly noticing the wounds nearest to her which had either closed or become obscure. Assuming her victory, the young woman said ‘yes’ in a very sing-song voice. It was only once she had stood up that she noticed that on the rest of the wyvern that there still appeared to be many wounds ranging in severity. The healing spell had only affected a very small area in comparison to the beast’s large body.<br/><br/><strong>“It would seem that I need to use a more large scale healing spell,”</strong>Isolde frowned in disappointment only for a few minutes before continuing her task. The young woman took a few steps back and tightened her grip around the staff which was inside her knapsack. She closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths in preparation. Then, she began to invoke the power within her to heal the entirety of the wyvern this time around. She said a small prayer while she invoked the powers truly hoping to be capable of healing the creature not only for his sake but for the sake of Isolde as well. The young cleric wanted to become more powerful and more capable than she already was. The orphanage mother had always told the young woman that she showed much promise, and Isolde wanted desperately to live up to the expectations which were placed upon her.<br/><br/>After everything had settled and the power waned from her body, Isolde dropped to her knees looking quite exhausted. She chuckled slightly while tilting her head to look towards Senadra.<strong>“I do not have the strength to look for myself; however, the wyvern should be in good health now…”</strong>her voice faded away into the distance while she took a few minutes to recover her strength. After she quit breathing so heavily, Isolde smiled playfully her gaze on Senadra not fading.<strong>“Have you thought of any names for him?”</strong>The young girl questioned knowing that the axe-wielding warrior had not known the gender of the creature.