Elwyn Angelheart

The sun was warm against her wings, like a loving caress on each feather from her father, Lathandar, up in his heavenly halls. She smiles up at the sun, golden locks flowing down her back like silk as she turns her face to the sky in joy. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it Father? May your light continue to shine so warm upon us." Her voice is musical, soft and filled with the kind of contentment that came from centuries of knowledge. As if she knew nothing could hurt her, so long as she stayed in the embrace of the sun. Until a commotion in the temple breaks her thoughts, turning her face to the doors just as they burst open, an adventuring party stumbling out into the gardens, beaten and bruised, one of their own being carried between them. The poor dear was badly injured, Elwyn could tell without having to look closely.

"Put them down here, by the pond. I will heal them." She points to the soft grass by the crystal clear waters, her hands glowing as she casts Lay on Hands, glowing blue eyes on CraveU user filled with worry. She'd seen them around the city... they were known and well loved, for the most part... She would not let them die. Not here, not now, not under her hands.

"Come now, my sweet, open your eyes. May the grace of the Morninglord flow into you and heal your wounds."