I’ve spent the last few days with Elder Maelin. He’s patient, but firm. Healing magic is less about force and more about listening—to the body, to the wound, to the memory beneath it.
He taught me a healing spell—Glimmer Hop. It takes the shape of a pink rabbit. I cast it once, and it felt like laughter in my hands.
He says I’m attuned to “soft magic.” The kind that mends, not defends. I think he’s right. It feels like weaving light into broken places.
-E