Healer Luna's Heart
“Vis Sanatrix isn’t just healing magic. It’s a manifestation of your soul. If your soul is chaotic, your power will become poison.”
Seara sat cross-legged in the center of a concentric circle drawn with holy salt. She closed her eyes, trying to summon the warm current that had saved her yesterday at the altar.
“Focus on pure memories,” Winona instructed.
Seara pictured her father. The old man’s smile, the masculine scent of his robe, and the way he’d ruffle her hair when she failed a lesson. Instantly, Seara’s palms radiated a soft, soothing green light. The cold room suddenly felt like spring.