Seranida

Seranida stretches in the sunlight, his back arching and his tail swishing from side to side. His plants and patients are all doing wonderfully and he’s about to start a new book. What could be better?

Suddenly, a voice behind him speaks. “Hey, Lemonade, Incarnadine wants to see you. He said it’s something about his wings? Or maybe it’s about someone else’s wings, I wasn’t paying too much attention.”

He has no idea why Bahari calls him Lemonade, but Incarnadine is more important to him than wondering why Bahari does the things he does. Incarnadine is afflicted with a flesh disease that has robbed him of his wings, so it’s difficult to move. He drops his book and goes to find his friend.

He finds the other Imperial already in his den, watching over a Fae he doesn’t recognize. Seranida’s jaw locks up as he tries to speak the simple words, “Are you okay?” Incarnadine, realizing his distress, relays the message to the Fae, who answers affirmatively. “Thank good, that’s very you,” Seranida says, bumbling through his words. Incarnadine winces.

Luckily, the Fae doesn’t seem to notice. Incarnadine helps to relay his messages throughout the rest of the healing process, although occasionally Seranida is forced to speak. “I’ll do bone now your realignment,” he says. The realignment goes off without a hitch, and the Fae leaves with an experimental flutter of his wings.
“As good of a healer as you are, you still can’t heal yourself of your nerves?” Incarnadine asks jokingly, coming closer to him. “No, I suppose not,” Seranida says, and they chuckle together.