She had intended to spend the day relaxing with Saman, wading in the lake and enjoying his company and conversation. Travelling from town to town offering healing is rewarding, but stressful, and sometimes she just needs to take some time to herself.

This plan is sidetracked by the sudden arrival of her godly parent. 

 She mantles her wings, rising to her knees on her brother's back as she takes in their words. Of course she knows of Ara'Vine - you could hardly avoid hearing of him, growing up in the god of healing's temple. Opinions are greatly divided, priest to priest, with some few commending his efforts to combat disease and injury, while others rail at his meddling in fields which ought not concern him. 

Personally, Erin sides with the former, but she certainly won't say so to her parent, considering their scorn. 

When they come to the conclusion of their explanation for visiting them, Erin can hardly believe her ears. The offer of a power equal to Ara'Vine's is more than she ever dared imagine she might be offered, no matter how suited to her parent's domain she might be. Even if it takes her whole life to become a tenth as proficient with it as he, she will do more good than she could in a lifetime without it. 

"I would be overjoyed to accept, Father," she states. 

The god of healing nods, and spreads their wings wide. 

A blue-white light flows from the god to Erin.  It swirls around her like water, clinging to her skin for just a moment before vanishing and leaving behind a new sensation in her chest.  A reservoir of power, currently 'shut' though with the knowledge that she can 'open' it to use it at any time.

She breathes deep, adjusting to the sensation. So this is what a Sorcery feels like. She looks up at her parent and bows gratefully, "Thank you, Father," she says, "You may be assured that I will put your gift to good use." 

They nod in farewell, then ascend into the sky.

OK. So that happened. 

She looks down at Saman, "That actually happened." 

She grins. 

He looks back at her, amused, "It did," he rumbles, turning them towards the shore, "And I can only assume you intend to begin testing your new Sorcery immediately." 

She coughs, chagrined, "Sorry, Sam. I know I said we would spend the day relaxing, but..." 

She pokes at the reservoir of power in her chest, carefully cracking it open, her hands planted on Saman's back, to see what she can feel using it. 

A wave of knowledge floods her mind, filling her awareness completely.  It isn't any of the senses she's used to - maybe closest to proprioception.  A sense of exactly what is going on in her body.  Her heart is beating, each blood cell now noticeable as it travels.  The work of every hair follicle slowly growing hair.  Nerves, saliva glands, muscles, bones.  Trillions of cells, each living in a dizzyingly complex system.  Even as someone with knowledge of anatomy, it'll take her a while to place even a fraction of this jumble of information.  

Flaws and problems pop out of the noise like moving items on a still background.  Particles of smoke from fireplaces in her lungs, bacteria and viruses in the battle with her immune system, toxins on their way to her liver or kidneys, skin cells being shed.  Nothing big is wrong with her, but the magic seems to want to be used to heal before anything else.  It almost seems to be pulling towards being used to heal like a dog pulling on its leash.  

She can change things, not just heal, but that probably isn't a good idea until she has a better idea of how.

There is also the awareness of the power slowly getting depleted.  It can only be on for so long before it'll run out, though it will regenerate with time.  Ara'Vine is said to have about 6 hours per week, so that's likely how much she has as well.

Overwhelmed by the new information, she has to take a few moments to take it in. She gazes unseeing into the distance, focus on the feedback from her new Sorcery. The information is... A Lot. 

Once she has a semblance of a handle on it, she starts paying attention to what it's actually telling her. The first-hand knowledge is so much better than even the in-depth study she partook in throughout her time at the temple. She can put names to many of the things she can now sense, but the difference between knowing and really feeling is incredible.

As for these little damages and inefficiencies here and there... 

Well, if it wants to heal, she might as well let it heal. There's no safer person to test her new abilities on than herself. She can also pay attention to the power depletion at the same time, to see if and how the healing changes how much she uses. 

The magic knows what it's doing for healing, and she can see what it does as it fixes the small issues.  Even that is complex - presumably she'll have to learn how to manage all of the parts manually when she gets around to trying something that the magic isn't going to assist with.  It takes only a few seconds for the magic to clear everything to its satisfaction.

The magic seems to have two states: off and on.  Whether she's just looking or letting it heal or changing things it'll drain at the same rate.  

It's good that healing doesn't use her reserves up more rapidly, but this does raise some concerns. She'll have to make tradeoffs between taking time to learn how to do more and actually healing people... 

Still, she's pleased with the small fixes to her own body.

Curious, she turns to Saman, "Can I try examining you, Sam? I won't do anything else without asking." 

"Of course," he says, pausing in his swimming to float while she looks. 

So she looks. What can she sense? As much as her own body? What is this particular monster's anatomy like? 

She can't get the magic to sense him at all.

Hmm. That's problematic.

She knows it's possible - Ara'Vine can do it, so so can she, in theory. 

Start with what she knows she can do. She pays attention to her own body, trying to see how far her attention of it stretches. When does she stop having awareness of the things her body produces? Can she sense the spit in her mouth? In her hand, if she spits in it? On a handkerchief, if she wipes it off? 

She can sort of sense the spit in her mouth.  It's a little 'quieter' than things that are more obviously her but she can focus on it if she tries.  The detection stops entirely once it leaves her mouth, even if its touching her hand.

Hmmmm.

She takes out her beltknife and very carefully cuts the heel of her hand. Can she sense the blood on her hand once it leaves her body? (And how frantic is her power to heal that cut?)

Once it's past the cut, the blood stops being 'her' for magical purposes.

The way the cut stands out against the rest of the Information Flood is the same as with the smaller issues.  The magic pulls in the same way as before too, not upset so much as eager to be used.

She heals it, planning to leave her current line of experiments be. Things inside her body are more or less part of it, things outside it are not.

Though, on that note... 

She pulls out a breadroll she was saving for lunch and takes a bite. Does it become part of her once it's in her mouth and mixed with her saliva? 

It very slowly becomes a part of her bit by bit as the saliva starts breaking it down.  Bits that are swallowed become part of her noticeably faster. 

This is surprisingly exhausting to work through, and she's been losing track of time focusing on it.  About a sixth of the reserve is spent, even with shutting it off when not focusing on it.

Surprised at the time lapsed, she turns off the power to focus on the world around her. 

"How long has it been?" 

"A while," Sam tells her, having gone back to swimming in circles after a while. "Did it work?"

"No, I can't get it to focus on anythig but me. I wonder how Ara'Vine does it?" 

She's a little frustrated. Sure healing herself is useful, and knowing her body so intimately can only be helpful for understanding the human body, even if she isn't exactly human. But if she can't actually use it to heal other people... 

Well, for one thing, her divine parent will be unimpressed with her. She hasn't been particularly motivated by their approval since she was a child, but compounded with disappointing herself? It's not a nice prospect. 

 "Why not ask him then?"

She blinks, startled by the idea. 

"That... isn't exactly in the spirit of Father's bet, is it?" She says hesitantly.