<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/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Canticle's Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Canticle's Active Charms<br/><br/>Parry/Dodge DV   (4/8) 4/8<br/>Soak:  <br/>Bashing      3<br/>Lethal      1<br/>Aggravated   0</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wild Heart's Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Parry/Dodge DV   (5/7) <br/>Soak:  <br/>Bashing      <br/>Lethal      <br/>Aggravated   </div></div><br/>Canticle's eyes widened at Coral.  She could feel something hammering in her heart, fluttering in her stomach.  But there was no time.<br/><br/>The petite girl took the other by the bicep and squeezed.  “You must tell me more, but later.”<br/><br/>Canticle worked quickly to wash the wounds, first in the pure water, then—ever so gently—with the biting alcohol.  When they were done, she taped together a few lesser scratches, and sewed up the deeper ones with a golden needle and clean silk thread.<br/><br/>Canticle took the journal and inspected it quickly.<br/><br/>“My strongest studies so far,” she explained, “Have been with architecture, especially Manse design.  The power armors I can repair and maintain.  What is this...”<br/><br/>She gingerly picked up a bent crown, almost following the lines of a helmet really.  Small but priceless jewels lined the bottom.  Three empty spaces for hens egg sized jewels rested above that, and above that, a spherical jewel of such radiant azure beauty that it brought tears to her eyes.<br/><br/>“Could this be?  Even a working copy would be a treasure beyond comprehension...”  She gazed at the azure jewel in special awe.  “I never dreamed I'd see True Water...”<br/><br/>Snapping out of it, Canticle placed the crown gently in a velvet hat box and tucked it away in her pack.  “I may need to study for years to begin to hope to repair the Crown of Thunders.”<br/><br/>“Can anyone think how we might find Wild Heart?  The sorceress fled as a flock of owls, and the eryothimoi through the trees?  Perhaps one of the mortal bandits can be tracked?”<br/><br/>She looked carefully inside of the flask.  “A Winterbreath jar.  I've seen them before.  Extremely practical.  Dynasts use them to transport perishables, even to freeze a beautiful confection made from sweet milk.”  She smiled, “I got to try it once.  I wonder if I could figure out how to replicate it.”<br/><br/>“And these,” she pulled a jar out of the Witnerbreath Jar, then nodded.  “Skin Like The Mountains Oil.  I'd like to save some to study.  No one's been able to replicate it, even in the Shogunate. Still, we should anoint ourselves with it when we rescue Wild Heart.  It makes one<em>far</em>more resilient.”