HAZEL
"What do the orbs mean?"
The sentinel turned back to the painting. His expression remained pleasant and professional. Like we were discussing the weather instead of something that felt strangely important.
"The blue signifies the natural gift the goddess blessed them with. To create. To fix the broken and restore what was damaged." He gestured toward the glowing sphere in the woman's left hand. "It was said that a healer's touch could mend wounds that would kill an ordinary wolf. They could cure sickness, ease pain, even bring someone back from the brink of death."
I looked at the red orb. The way it seemed to pulse with heat even in the static painting. The way the colors bled together where blue met red, creating something violent and beautiful at the same time.
"So I assume the red is to destroy and unfix then."
The sentinel's smile faltered. Just for a second. Then it returned, but dimmer. More uncertain.
