Jollygirl

 Closing her eyes, Briar took a couple of deep breaths and tried to banish the nervousness, without much success. She'd just have to do her best. Slowly, Briar let down the magical guard in her mind that blocked out the sound of people's life songs. Every person had their own unique life song, as personal to them as a fingerprint, or a voice. Only a magician could hear these songs, a gift granted by the magic inside them. By singing this song and using her magic, she was able to speed the healing of a wound or illness and restore a person to perfect health in seconds. Unless of course they were dying. Even magic had its limits.

The captain’s song was strong, with a marshal beat like that of drums. Briar drew in a deep breath, then joined the song. As the first notes left her lips, the world around her disappeared. All the sounds and the light and the other novices around her seemed to vanish. The music of the life song swirled around her like water. As she sang, the aches of the captain's body transferred themselves to her. Her left ankle twinged with a strained muscle. A bruise on his upper arm throbbed on hers. The pain of a large cut sliced across her right forearm. General weariness hung over everything, making every movement a chore. Briar released her magic into the song. It shivered through her whole body, charging every note with a buzz of magic, throbbing through her blood. The song spun out of her lips, chasing away the man's pain. As the pain from the wounds disappeared, so too did the wounds vanish.