A Quiet Conversation ~ by SaralynArati

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I just remembered I forgot to comment when I first read this! This was a totally brilliant story! Very exciting and I really loved the characters!!! :D :D :D <3

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Thanks lots, Falak, and thanks even more for following my story!!! I'm already brainstorming on the next, although it probably won't be as exciting as this one...

10 years ago

Falak

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Yes, it does sound like a good day:)

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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As for "pretty girl", she will be cleansed, and then cast out of Rolling Thunder Clan. But exile on the Great Silk Road is not the most terrible punishment that could be meted out. Her name has already been stripped from her; she must strive to earn another. Overall, Blue Turtle Dreaming is pleased with how deftly the threat was handled, although the young ones should have asked for more help, and sooner. It was a close thing. Still, they have learned much, hopefully, and it is a good day!

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Star Hawk Burning is sitting cross legged in the entrance to his tent, as White Bear comes abreast with him. "I hear you are entrusted with the health of my youngest girl," the chieftan says softly. "For now," replies Star Hawk Burning, "and for now it will do. She needs time." "Indeed, Star Hawk, it will not be easy. When she is herself again, she will say that she let you win," Song's father says wisely. "We'll see what we will see," the young man philosophizes. "Time to wake her..."

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Song the Wolf Calling is the most worrisome. Smoke Cat examined her injury and proclaimed that she was lucky to have received only a glancing blow from the tossed tent peg. However, Wolf Calling will be closely monitored, just in case. At the moment Song is drowsing in Star Hawk Burning's tent, as he has volunteered to stay awake and periodically ask the girl if she knows who and where she is. So far, she has always known, and yet been less exasperated with the questioning than you'd think.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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All have done well for themselves, proven themselves many times over, and are now sleeping the sleep of the just. Springing Doe and her new husband have found a smaller, but more anonymous and intimate tent, in which to spend the remainder of their wedding night. Smoke Cat Watching is curled up in her own dwelling, still only a whisper away from waking should she be needed, but dropping towards deeper slumber as the sun rises. She had almost insisted on tending Song herself, but compromised.

10 years ago