The healing might have been interrupted with the giggling of someone on the wall. The sound was like a wind chime and anyone who looked, saw a small, lithe girl, with a long peasant skirt and bare feet, climbing the wall with almost unnatural ease. Her body twisted and turned, flexibility not an issue for her. Every climb, every motion was like she was dancing her way up the wall.
She would reach the top, doing a small, strange victory dance, ignoring the fact that the hem of her skirt had caught fire, and made her way down, dropping and catching instead of the usual, slow decent. Upon landing, she would dip her skirt into a bucket of water, humming. "That was fun!" Upon closer inspection, she had the deep, grape-colored eyes of a Dionysus child. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks rosey, and her hair the color of caramel. Everything seemed to be a good time to her, even near-death experiences.