Armada Raid Healing

Wylan was very keen to prove himself. His mother had even set him up with his own little station. Some bandages, and some basic herbs that he was familiar with and were safe if he managed to stuff it up. (Not that he knew that, of course). He sat by his station, tail wagging as he looked in excitement at the other healers around him. He’d added his own addition to the table. Some bright flowers he’d picked on the walk over here. Something to brighten the day of the wounded that might come to him. Everyone liked pretty flowers after all, right?

His tail wagged a little harder, and he strained his ears towards the sound of battle. Waiting, waiting. This must the hardest part, surely. That anticipation, that period of expectation.


"Wylan Fatalis"