The gardens were breathtaking. His first visit since discovering his passion for nature preservation bore an all-new appreciation for the explosion of color and life all around him. A part of him wanted to stay and never leave.
A lovely exhibition even with the scattered, eccentric art pieces, Elliott made his way through to what his pamphlet called the 'Infinity Mirror Room'. He took a moment to observe it from the outside, then stepped curiously forward- and felt his heart drop into his stomach.
"H-hey!" Elliott rushed to the man's side, only briefly stunned by the array of colorful lights hanging in the stretching vastness that he'd walked into before tearing his eyes away to its victim.
"Are- are you-" Unconscious, but alive. The man was breathing at least, according to the slow rise and fall beneath his palm.
But though he was desperate to help, he didn't know how. By no means was he strong enough to carry the man. He'd have to go get help, or call someone, or-
Elliott's eyes were drawn to the mark on his hand, which had begun to flicker with a light seeming of its own accord. A trick of the mirrors, surely some kind of light reflection, but a soft, green light engulfed his fingertips and pulsed over the unconscious man's chest with its own gentle glow.
5- if this doesn't work for you lemme know. low level heal spell
A lovely exhibition even with the scattered, eccentric art pieces, Elliott made his way through to what his pamphlet called the 'Infinity Mirror Room'. He took a moment to observe it from the outside, then stepped curiously forward- and felt his heart drop into his stomach.
"H-hey!" Elliott rushed to the man's side, only briefly stunned by the array of colorful lights hanging in the stretching vastness that he'd walked into before tearing his eyes away to its victim.
"Are- are you-" Unconscious, but alive. The man was breathing at least, according to the slow rise and fall beneath his palm.
But though he was desperate to help, he didn't know how. By no means was he strong enough to carry the man. He'd have to go get help, or call someone, or-
Elliott's eyes were drawn to the mark on his hand, which had begun to flicker with a light seeming of its own accord. A trick of the mirrors, surely some kind of light reflection, but a soft, green light engulfed his fingertips and pulsed over the unconscious man's chest with its own gentle glow.