Naturalist

“Bennachd na Yggdrasil ar lenbhse.” The Blessing of Yggdrasil upon this child. A faint green sheen flickered over the soldier’s body before sinking into him, through his armor and into his skin. The poor demon was staring at her with pain filled panic but relaxed as soon as the blessed regrowth of Yggdrasil soothed his wounds. Roisin gave the boy a reassuring smile and moved onto the next of the injured. The distant war to the south had reached the borders of Easter in the form of demon refugees and wounded. Those dear Salamanders were doing their best but they just didn’t have the touch of Yggdrasil to help ease away their pains.

Roisin moved through the triage tents for the wounded, stopping to bless the worse off with regrowth but offering others the gift of fresh flowers. Not just a pretty thing and a blessing but as a sign to the other healers that the patient would last without blessed healing and to turn their attention to the more grievously wounded.

“Healer! We need a healer over here!”

She gently patted the cheek of the poor child (all of these soldiers were so young!) and made her way over to the commotion. Two demon soldiers were gingerly lowering a third soldier onto a bed. A fourth was holding a blood stained bandage to some wound on her friend’s torso. Demons were a remarkably resilient people who healed quickly but even their naturally regenerative blood could be overwhelmed.

“Let me see her, children. Let me through, please,” she said, gently nudging the anxious soldiers aside. The leaves in her skirt rustled as she knelt down next to the wounded girl and she carefully lifted the bandage to see--

“Oh my, you poor dear.”

“C-can you save her? Miss? Please, you have to save her!”

“Your friend is in the hands of Yggdrasil and the World weeps with Her children.”

Roisin smiled at the confused demons and lifted her hands to rest on the wounded girl’s head and over her wound.

“Bennachd na Yggdrasil ar lenbhse,

Fremha na Matha, cenglai a bhrist.

Dullega Crann na Domhain, seidigh beath as nua.

Tog om spiorai nert a dhih,

Is go ndena do glas slan ei.”

The Blessing of Regrowth took hold with Yggdrasil’s verdant light and Roisin pushed her own spirit into it, joining briefly with the grandeur of the Matha before gifting that energy to the wounded girl. With a sound like leaves dancing in the wind, the healing energy seeped into the girl, sealing her wound and soothing her pain.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

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Translators notes: 

The Blessing of Yggdrasil upon this child,

Roots of the Mother, bind what is broken.

Leaves of the World Tree, breathe life anew.

Take from my spirit the strength that is needed,

And let your verdant grace make them whole.