| Aug. 9th, 2007 @ 02:21 am Well, I guess I need money... |
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Current Mood:  thoughtful
...though it still doesn't explain why I'm working at the church of all places. As a healer. Doesn't really seem like my thing, especially since I'm only an apprentice, which means I'll be doing aaaall the icky stuff that no one else wants to. Bleh!
But then again, it seemed right, kind of. There was some injured guy, and when the cleric said her prayers and put her hands over him, it felt like it was something I've done before. A lot. Out in... well, the places and the enemies (monsters?) keep changing, but he stayed constant, even though there were more people sometimes, and less at others, and times when it was just the two of us. He was... really tall. Strong. That's all I can remember... I don't think I've seen him here, or I would have noticed for sure. I think.
I followed, all the time. He'd fight, and I'd treat his injuries, with that kind of holy magic, and... well. I guess that's just how it went.
...Wish I'd remember more. Fighting looks much more fun. How come I've gotta be the healer? Though I have a feeling it's kinda... important.
Mm, ah well.
Hey, who else is working at the church? I'm gonna be bored by myself~ |
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