Noting the wyvern’s wounds, Morganne asked, “The beast is seriously wounded. What can we do?”
“I know nothing of healing wyverns. I’ve primarily avoided becoming a snack for such a beast. Have you read anything of them in the Gifts of Andreas to the People of the Forest, Gaelyss?” the elder Ulysses asked.
“It’s an animal. It eats, sleeps, breathes, and…well, you know. Give the critter some enhancing root stew and aloe juice. A Healing Spell might work. Wyverns are Magick and Nature. I…I can’t do a heal spell at this moment,” Gaelyss answered and slumped beside Edkim on the thick moss.
Rigorous spell casting again sapped his energies.
“Try placing healing balm on the beast’s wounds. We owe it. Bring enhancing stew,” the Teacher struggled to advise.
Blanchard and Debby, elders of Alms Glen, and Morin from Meadowsweet brought enhancing stew and thick amber balm. Tentatively, the elders placed the balm on the wyvern’s wounds. Kirrie offered the fragrant stew and the beast wolfed it down. The great beast sat on its haunches, snorted, and covered the elder Blanchard with purplish mucous. Blanchard grumbled something about a filthy beast. The wyvern glanced at Debby and licked its chops. Kirrie glowered and stopped the beast’s philandering.
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