Accidental Avatar 3: Totally Lit

Misty hands of mystical Magic... or something

The mists were thick on the water that night. The village was completely enshrouded in the haze as two figures drifted silently across the river. One stood tall, wearing loose, flowing robes and a wide-brimmed hat. A veil covered her face. The other crouched low in the mist, hiding in the shadows and wearing them like a cloak.

The pair stepped onto the floating platform of the village and began searching the dwelling places. Soon enough, they had found what they were looking for—the Infirmary.

The Painted Lady knelt beside the first patient and placed her hands over a nasty burn. A glowing moment later, the burn receded from bright red to a healthy pink. The other crouched next to another person, doing the same as the Painted Lady, healing the injured person.

Coughs, colds, and all manner of illnesses were cured that night as the two moved from patient to patient. Eventually, there was but one person left to heal. The Painted Lady nodded for her friend to prepare the mist for them as she bent over the sick woman. The Painted Lady allowed a smile to flicker over her face as she gazed at the boy, sleeping next to his mother.

She turned to leave. Her tasks done for the evening, the Painted Lady and her partner pulled the fog around them. The shorter of the two disappeared in the mist almost immediately, but they both froze as a voice sounded in the darkness.

"Thank you, Painted Lady," the whisper of a child called out to her.

She nodded to the urchin whose mother had been healed. Then the pair drifted into the night, one unseen and silent, the other with her head held high.