<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Wild_Heart.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TqFBCOC.jpg)</div><strong>Canticle of Universal Harmony</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pVvl616Dk4SatgHZfgCxQwdjl3HS8NZTlF8jDehN0sU/edit)<br/><strong>Wild Heart</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PuOoLAzftVeI9-B_pX5av5C-Hnyeo8LindJvfbDJtbA/edit)<br/><br/>Canticle frowned down at the blood loss.  The teen architect didn't have as much experience with violence as Kiko or Wild heart, but long before she'd ever known violence, work place accidents had gotten her to start paying attention to virst aid.   She knew from holding the hand of a man who's leg was crushed under a fallen stone what blood that slow meant.<br/><br/>"Kiko," Canticle called, eyes trying to convey that the man didn't have long.  "We must give this man our oath by the traditions of his culture.  If his soul doesn't pass properly, he may be trapped as a ghost instead of reincarnating peacefully.  Please help us."  She gestured with her free hand for Kiko to join them in clasping the man's arm.