Atani couldn't help but feel pure enthrallment over her success with water magic. Not too long before her breakthrough, the most she could do was utilize the very basics of water to her advantage as some sort of extension of her natural abilities. Until the breakthrough, she couldn't so much as cast the simplest of healing spells. Now, she could heal deep injuries that would otherwise require medical intervention to treat-- stitches, staples, bandages. Burns as well. Broken bones, torn tissues. There was no doubt in her mind that with further practice, she would be able to do even more with her skills.
Alas, that all came with time. Only so much progress could be made in one day, and she had made far more progress in that day alone than she expected to make within a week. Though for that matter, why had she thought she couldn't do just that in the first place?
Atani looked down at her hands. Whoever she was in her past life, she must have been stronger than she realized. Maybe her old self lost her mastery of nature magic, but she didn't lose her mastery of healing at all. It appeared she was right all along. All of this was just a mental block as opposed to a magical or biological one. There was nothing wrong with her magic. All that was wrong was her perception of herself. From what she could remember, she never had any experience in being a mage in Fiore; however, her abilities proved otherwise. Her magic was not of a beginner's caliber. Her reflexes were not those of a novice fighter either. For a while she attributed that to the hunting skills she developed in Athalran, but those could only take her so far. No, this was evidence of something greater.
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