lead the way ' Tarrax said getting up from his seat. He had acquired the scale shine for Sara, as well as the books for Korin and Samia. Tarrax walked down the hallway towards the medical wing, his massive strides allowing him to cover great distances at a casual speed. He reached the burn unit , well before the orderly, and quickly noticed the images Stripetail was unconsciously projecting.
His face knit in thought then he straightened up " Ah. Memorum Relucto. This spell projects the images out from within the mind. Its a way of clearing the mind, so that healing can occur in case of physical injury. Depending on the injury, the spell can last for hours, days, even weeks in certain cases. Depends on how bad the injuries are.In this case, of course, his injuries were so severe as to be fatal to anyone with any kind of mortality in them. " He said coming into the unit. Tarrax took a look at Stripetail, and a brief smile appeared on his face. "Eyes have recovered, as have bones, muscles, and lower levels of skin. Internal injuries have healed. last step is for the outer skin to generate, which, rather counter-intuitively, is harder than healing internal injuries. Whiskers are starting to grow back, tail has most of its fur back, body is receiving oxygen. Nice work. commendations all around are in order.' He said turning to the doctors.
But what are those images? The doctor asked. " Memories, both good and bad.' Tarrax said, stopping as the image of Stripetail with the dragonesses returned. " Elusia' Tarrax said pointing to the dragoness on the left who was holding the blue robes." My mate, for 3,103 years. The second dragoness to be my spouse, she bore me a number of children. Lusa, Storrax, and dear Umlar, all half mortal, but in their lives, they did me proud." Tarrax's voice trembled slightly at the painful memory.
" the dragoness to the right is Piraa, Elusia's inseparable friend and lover. She lived with us, and my master, for nearly 4000 years, the dear girl had quite a talent for decorating, as well as brewing a fine magical tea.' he chuckled as Piraa brought forth a suit that looked like a candy cane, and Stripetail gave her a " No way am I wearing that!" look. " Had an odd taste in attire though, as you can see." the image of Stripetail holding his face in his paws returned , closer inspection noted tears dripping through his claws."The loss of his family, as a young wizard' Tarrax sighed " He almost never mentions this, even though it happened literally ages ago. I guess, some wounds never fully heal, no matter how much time has passed. I , at least, was granted the divine blessing of fatherhood, something that my master was denied." the next image was of Stripetail entering a packed arena " The Dueling Cup' Tarrax said " 10 years of magical dueling, 100 wins, no defeats. They still hold the cup every year, there's a statue of my master in the Champions courtyard, along with several other great duelists." Next came an image of Stripetail astride Tarrax trading fiery blows with Mertavius and Samanor "One of Mertavius' early attempts to conquer Aestorica" Tarrax said "Fortunately for magickind, we prevailed that day. My master then was not the mage he is now, his anger could be roused more easily then, and woe be the one who roused it, he or she would likely be ashes after master was through with them. Even Mertavius learned the hard way not to anger him, he still has fur missing on his tail from one such encounter.' Tarrax said. the images changed, bouncing around the seers long lifetime, showing worlds that no longer existed, friends long gone, and whose names had been nearly lost to time.
Tarrax finally took a seat and turned to the doctor.'When you allow him to regain consciousness, they will cease, and the memories will return to his mind. He is not in any danger, indeed this is a natural process for Aestorican mages, as I have said, it actually helps with the healing process, the mind is freed to focus on healing and recovery. Just keep an eye on him."
