I rise and smile, with a little wave. And then, impulsively, I lift my hands and let ribbons of healing light unfurl from my fingers. They have no purpose, no goal, but they snake through the air, dozens of them floating upward, separating from my fingertips as I release them. They spiral and curl aimlessly, twining with the King’s orbs of flame in a way that I hadn’t anticipated—that I didn’t intend. It’s a beautiful, mesmerizing dance of magic, and a murmur of appreciation and awe rolls through the audience.
