Jason, Who Are You Really? ~ by SaralynArati

SaralynArati

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Story continues on this doll: httpwww.dolldivine.com/Sari/SaralynArati-2933674

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Thank you both so much, NightOwl and Wren!!! I'm so pleased that you find this enjoyable!!

10 years ago

Wren

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This is great!

10 years ago

NightOwl

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You have managed to create yet another totally intriguing character! Jason/Jonas sounds quite awesome! :D

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Jason takes a step towards her, "I..." He lays down his spear. "I'm not injured, thank you for asking, although there are some superficial wounds back at camp." His mouth seems suddenly dry. "Jonas, my parents named me Jonas. Jason is close enough for me to answer to, all the same letters in fact..." he trails off. "And you left the first behind because...?" asks Smoke Cat. "Look, I never cheated anyone who wasn't trying to swindle me. But it happens that they don't like that," he winks.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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"I'm not an assassin, Lady Silver Smoke, but if it comes down to me or an evil sorcerer... well, I've since learned that most of them are immune to most normal poisons anyway, however that was my thinking." The shaman hesitates, then trusts him this far: "Yet that's a combination poison, magical and medical on this blade." "It is. How much magic do you have that you can recognize that?" he counters. "Not enough," she replies. "Thank you for the loan of your dagger." And she turns away.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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"I assume that you are unhurt, and that none of the outlaws were bad enough guys to have knives quite this... bad," remarks Smoke Cat in a carefully neutral tone, holding up the poisoned dagger between her fingertips. For the moment, they are quite alone. "Who are you, Jason?" she asks. "Someone who was trying to take care of you," he says in exasperation. "I didn't forge or taint the knife, I just... came across it, and thought it might be handy someday," he pursed his lips, "defensively."

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SaralynArati

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Then there is shouting, and grunting, the sound of blows and yelps of pain: battle. And remarkably soon, it is over, and her side appears to have been victorious as she recognizes some of the voices raised in celebration. Jason is sent to find her, and his spear is held like it has seen use, although the point has been wiped clean. He is grinning. "That was easier than I thought it would be. The ponies being gone and the camp prepared to meet them knocked the fight out of the bad guys."

10 years ago