Smoke Cat, Fierce Woman ~ by SaralynArati

SaralynArati

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Story continues on this doll: httpwww.dolldivine.com/Waivera/SaralynArati-2938605

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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They have time to dance to repletion, if not exhaustion, before the summons comes. An item, heavily enchanted, has passed through the security in the room that used to house the wand, and has come to rest exactly where the wand would have been had it not been instantly relocated. It is a conch shell. And it contains a voice which one does not even have to hold to one's ear in order to hear. The words are a message recently recorded by Silver Fox for his sisters, and will repeat infinitely.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Thanks very much, Falak!! I hope you enjoy it when the description appears! And as always, thanks so much for the read!

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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"Normally there would be shouting, perhaps gesturing with weapons. We will have to do without that as we are guests of the Academy. But I think this should suffice anyway." Shaman Smoke Cat Watching leads the others in a circle, sometimes stalking, sometimes stomping, occasionally jumping or ducking down; the pattern seems random, but as the rhythm increases, so does the complexity of steps, spinning, doubling back, leaping. Once Kanu picks up Summer Wind, tossing her high and catching her.

10 years ago

Falak

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I like her outfit. Bold and smart. The dance sounds fascinating:)

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Kanu has on a breastplate of boiled leather strips, not woven too close together to inhibit movement, with no padding underneath, and fringed suede leg coverings a little like chaps over a loincloth. He does NOT appear foolish. "You invited me," he says, "Thank you. I am here." "I assume your people dance quite similarly to my own," the shaman acknowledges, bowing her head. "If not, it will not matter; you will learn," she makes a sign to her husband and the drum pounds. "Let us begin."

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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When they come out onto the grass again, everyone is amazed at the transformation each has made, and this is still before the dancing. Summer Wind is a bit uncomfortable, since the shaman rejected the vast majority of her wardrobe. "That's all?" squeaked the girl. "This is especially important for you, my dear one, or I wouldn't be making such a fuss over clothes." Smoke Cat hugs her sister. "You look fine; you'll be fine." Jonas is sitting quietly with the drum in his lap and no shirt.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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"Are we going to war, then? Going to confront Mourning Cloak in his underground den? I thought nothing had been decided," says the young girl, rescuing garments from hither and yon. "It has not been. We have been fighting each other instead of the enemy, and our energy needs to be refocused. And as for being at war, Silver Dagger will bring it to us again and again until it is finished; it is better that we prepare ourselves now," explains her sister, and her garb is finally fierce enough.

10 years ago