Thread:Nimarfira/@comment-39487125-20191220194518/@comment-35042251-20191229012901

Wind Weaver instantly looked over to Amethyst, fussing and cooing over her injured tail. “Oh, you poor thing! I swear, that man and his demonic offspring...” She trailed off, mumbling some inaudible things under her breath. The wind nymph rooted around in her pockets until she found what she was looking for and pulled out a shard of pale pink and peach crystal that pulsed faintly with sunset-hued light.

“Here, it’s a shard of dawn crystal and the last one I have. They can relieve pain.” Wind Weaver handed the crystal shard to Amethyst and offered her an encouraging smile.