Star Hawk Mending ~ by SaralynArati

SaralynArati

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Thanks MizMickey! He's a basic kind of guy when it comes to wardrobe, lol!

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MizMickey

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good to see him feeling better. the doll isn't as original as the story, but that's certainly very creative.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Story continues on this doll: httpwww.dolldivine.com/Other-Stuff/SaralynArati-2935992

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SaralynArati

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"Where are your baby teeth?" Smoke Cat inquires suddenly. "In Father's tent somewhere. I'm saving them to make my baby's rattle; it's tradition," Wolf Calling replies, puzzled. "Give them to Star Hawk now. That is, unless you were thinking of having some other man's child," says the shaman. "No! But why would he want them?" asks Song, blushing fiercely. "We can arrange that. It's a bit strange, but this situation calls for something drastic. Are you willing, Song?" "I'll try anything."

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SaralynArati

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Wolf Calling is awake and sitting up in the shaman's tent when she returns before dawn. Quietly, to avoid disturbing Summer Wind, Song questions Smoke Cat, "Is he going to be all right?" "Yes," says her foster sister, "but apologies aren't going to be enough. I was afraid of this." Both women sigh deeply. "What then? What can I offer him that he'll still accept?" Song the Wolf Calling asks miserably. "A gift. Something very personal..." Smoke Cat Watching muses, "but also unexpected..."

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SaralynArati

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"Eventually, yes," Smoke Cat confirms. There's a long period of silence. "It sounds melodramatic," says Star Hawk pensively. "I used it to remain calm, to keep her from driving me crazy." "To stay focused," the shaman adds helpfully. "Yes." Then almost under his breath he grumbles, "And it doesn't matter anyway. She doesn't really want me. The kiss... it was all a trick, just a game to her." Wearily, Smoke Cat rubs her temples. "And you can't trust her, have faith in her now." "No."

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SaralynArati

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"Are you sure?" Summer Wind whispers. "I've never helped heal anyone before." "You're doing fine," Smoke Cat Watching tells her, "and I badly need a nap." Later that night, the shaman is alone with her patient when he regains lucidity. "I thought it was you," says Star Hawk. "Thank you." She smiles warmly and touches his hand. Then she comments mildly, "You came close to fatally misusing your power. Do you have any idea why?" "It wasn't like that," he explains. "It took control of me."

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SaralynArati

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"It will burn if I make it hot enough," the shaman replies confidently, setting down the fever fire. And, hissing and spitting, it runs clockwise until it meets already burnt grass and dies out. Back inside the tent, Star Hawk opens his eyes, sees the snow, and murmurs, "Cool. Feels good," and lapses into a more normal sleep, his temperature slowly but steadily dropping. "Let the ice melt," Smoke Cat advises, "and call me if his skin still feels too hot, or if he is not perfectly himself."

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